America, as I stand afar
And look at thee this day
I see a nation, resolute
And determined now to pray

That flag, Old Glory, lifted high
With reference to your God
I weep as weep you do
For what happened on your sod

With strong armaments of faith
And fuselage full of prayer
Our God will reprimand those
Who have brought you such despair.

With patience and resolve, to see
Just! True justice done!
This world’s fine Land of Liberty.
Begins this war to win.

With “In God We Trust” as coinage print
As in God we trust in flesh
No greater power can be for us
We trust in nothing less.

Your fortitude, a nation birthed
By men who believed The Word
To think that you can lose this war
That thought, is most absurd.

As we watch your spirits knit as one
With open brotherly love
May You dear God, “Bless America”.
As You watch them from above.

Copyright Gary James Smith
Sept 15, 2001 @ 9:30 a.m.

It’s now at least 7 years since the disaster…