Praying For Rain (09-13-2006)

by Erick Neal   Sep 13, 2013


When I woke up this morning,
I got ready for school.
Poured some coffee and ate some toast.
Then I prayed to the lord.
I asked for forgiveness for all of my sins.
Then I ask him to watch over the whole world.
I thanked him for all that he had given me.
Then I ended it with an Amen.
Left for school, heading into the town.
While in class, the principal ran in and turned on the TV
That's when we heard the towers that stood so tall had fallen.
I took out my cell phone and just dialed some numbers.
Praying for someone to answer,
but got nothing.

Maybe if I had been praying for rain,
the fate of the thousands would have changed.
Maybe if those planes had been delayed
someone would have caught them.
Since that day I have been praying for rain.

Clouds of dust and ashes,
Smoke covering the blue sky.
People crying, trying to survive.
Tons of debris, buildings and streets painted,
not of gold but of a sliverish gray.
Many people's lives changed.
A moment that forever plays in our minds.
Some turned to drugs and alcohol.
Some turned to hatred, while many found God.
Others just broke down.
A country became united.
but slowly divided as war came along.
A lot of people prayed for answers,
but got nothing.

Maybe if we had been praying for rain
those buildings and streets would be washed clean.
Maybe if it had washed away the ruins
there would not be another sad memory.
Since that day we have been praying for rain.

Anger driven, a war began.
God was supposedly on both sides.
Not men, but children fought.
Blood was spilt and scars were made.
Although I stood behind my country.
Some of what I saw made me sick.
If I could have been out there I would have.
That is one reason I curse my defects.
This war may have not been the best way
but I always wanted to fight for my country.
When both sides have done wrong, who is right anymore?
To this day I see no victory or defeat.
I pray for some answers
but get nothing.

Maybe if I had been praying for rain
the blood and scars would just fade away.
Maybe if it had all disappeared
the war would be over.
Still I am praying for rain.

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