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"A
Prayer to Father God for Mother Liberty" |
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| by Greg Asimakoupoulos | ||
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(From
“Sunday Soundbites" www.sundaysolutions.com) |
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As
Mother Liberty looked on in horror, |
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she
witnessed a nightmare that will forever challenge |
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the
dream for which she proudly stands. |
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Without
warning, twins she bravely birthed collapsed at her feet. |
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Symbols
of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness |
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(and
thousands who cherished them) perished. |
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What
had towered for years above the Big Apple without trouble |
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are
nothing more than a smoldering mess of rubble. |
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And
it's not just a city shaken to the core. The nation quakes. |
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Two
hundred and twenty stories of capitalism's success, |
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(once
an anthology of corporate commerce and trade) |
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are
but ancient history now. |
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All
the same, they're also bound to be |
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catalogued
as tragedies for decades (if not centuries) to come. |
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What
was Tuesday morning is no longer. |
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The
light is forever gone from eyes that innocently looked on. |
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The
skies above Manhattan billow with black smoke. |
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The
earth beneath is an eerie sight. It's a bloody graveyard. |
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Unthinkable.
Unbelievable. Unmistakably, |
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the
act of ungodly beasts who would undeniably admit |
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to
a sense of pleasure derived from attempts to undermine |
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the
treasure of freedom many of us have taken for granted. |
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O
God, rouse us from our routine slumber. |
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Teach
us to number our days. To confess our sin |
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and
once again recognize our dependence on You. |
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Teach
us to eschew our complacency and apathy, |
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and
to rethink our false sense of national security. |
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Teach
us to repent of values we have come to confess as a nation |
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that
violate Your holiness and mock Your gifts of grace. |
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O
Lord, as we admit our vulnerability this day, |
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be
with those whose grief and loss is greater than they can say. |
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We
pray that You would guide our president and leaders, |
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that
You would purge our sin and protect our land. |
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Father
God, please stand by Mother Liberty, |
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so
that the torch she holds forth |
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will
continue to flame with the promise of freedom and hope. |
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May
she illuminate our feet |
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as
we attempt to walk in Your ways |
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to
a place where once again the phrase on our money |
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actually
describes the ways and the means of our lives. |
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"In
God We Trust." Amen. |
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