[grantswank]

you are most welcome.

thank you for your encouragement. . .
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The winds would blow and skies grow dark
Above my head with clappings dread
Yet I have learned that in the blast
My God holds sway o'er living, dead.

So to His arm I yield my frame
To find the strength that's heaven born
And so ride through the roughest storms
In Father's care, in Father's calm

chap grant

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[fatima]

ONE As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, We became one class. As we lit candles of waiting and hope, We became one generation. As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno, We became one gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body. As we mourned together the great loss, We became one family. As we cried tears of grief and loss, We became one soul. As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes, We become one people. We are One color One class One generation One gender One faith One language One body One family One soul One people We are The Power of One. We are United. We are America.