Saturday, September 11, 2010


I have no dramatic stories of what happened to me or anyone else. I have no admonitions about our nation or others, no comparisons of religions or situations. I have no great words to give you on the anniversary of this event except to share a verse from a song we sang in church at a prayer service that week, that touched me.

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!


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