Meet Me In The Stairwell

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You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001? Neither will I.


I was on the 110th floor in a smoke-filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Goodbye." I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is okay...I am ready to go."


I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.


I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now."


I was at the base of the building with the priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.


I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.


I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?


I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.


Some sought Me with their last breath.


Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; "Come to Me...this way...take my hand." Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.


I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?


September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go."


I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.


God


Written by: Stacey Randall




Scroll down to read the poem: 'The God Of Love' dedicated to the 911 tragedy.






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The God Of Love


As we think of the lives that are lost
Regarded as nothing at all,
The heartache and agony of those that are left,
The devastation of the fall


The children left without a Mum
To embrace them when they cry,
The many alone without a daddy
To tuck them in bed at night


The parents also left to grieve
For the children they have lost,
Husbands and wives also weep
Paying an unbelievable cost


There is hope, a glimpse of light
Amidst these darkened days,
Our Lord Jesus, who loves us so much
And hears when we kneel to pray


He can bring healing to the hurting heart
And comfort to those who weep
He is the strength that we can receive,
For His love is ever so deep


Still, we’re left wondering how this happened
And why all this needless grief
So many questions remain unanswered,
We just need to have faith and believe


That our loving God is still in control,
Though the remnants of terror remain
The broken lives and shattered dreams;
The unspoken anguish and pain


He knows full well how we are feeling,
He identifies grief with us
We can be sure that He loves us so,
For He is a God of love.

© 2001-By M.S.Lowndes.


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