SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2001
The dust never settles it seems, here of late.
Reluctant—we come to accept this: our fate!
Fearful of life too delicate to trod;
Hopeful of eternity in the arms of our God!
"Hope Amidst Unsettled Dust" ©2001 by Sonja N. Bohm.
'Tis for our freedom Christ hath set us free;
Prince of Peace: born to die upon a tree
Sacrificing self for all—even for me!
Brothers in arms, peace-keepers all, full cups do toss;
And, hearing Freedom's call, take up their cross
Knowing—in His will—suffereth they no loss.
Inviolable?—We would be loathe to forget
Their sacrifices made, the blood they shed,—
For evil doth abide here with us yet!
The duty still is ours: that we must pray"Peace-keepers" ©2009 by Sonja N. Bohm.
For those whom He hath chose to lead the way,
That they might not be moved to lead astray.
In the world ye shall have trouble, Jesus spoke,
But in Me ye may have peace and rest—and Hope!