The morning sang of hope, the sun burned bright,
No warning signs of danger in the air.
When suddenly the peaceful end of night
Turned into horror, disbelief, despair.
All heads turned upward at the frightful sound
Of ruptured walls and flying broken glass.
A new sense now of fear and panic found
In all who witnessed hell. They stood aghast.
Running, running, trying to outpace
The deadly clouds of black debris and dust,
Dread and anguish on each sooted face,
Faith in safety turned now to distrust.
September madness had its day of pain,
But through hard work and prayer we’ll shine again.
The horror of that day in September 2001 — may we never forget the people we lost. We pray for their families and for our country’s safety.