I, like most will always remember exactly where we were on September 11, 2001. I was a school teacher and worked in a school right next to a hospital and in close proximity to an airport and military base. We began hearing increased helicopter activity. Reports that we received from the radio were that the Towers were hit and the White House was attacked. Because we had students to take care of we had to go about our day with very little information. I remember finally getting home at that end of the day and sitting on the couch, crying because I turned on the TV and saw the devastation that had occurred while I was teaching that day. Our country came together that day and the days that followed. I so wish that we were still as united as we were then but unfortunately we are not, but that is best saved for another post. Today I want to share a poem that was written by a good friend and author Biff Price. His words speak far better than anything I could ever write.
High Upon The Towers
High upon the towers
They saw the gleaming sky
All were unaware
That this day they would die
High upon the towers
They felt the warming sun
Not knowing in brief moments
Their time on earth was done
High upon the towers
They spied the rolling sea
Some enjoyed their coffee
While others sipped their tea
High upon the towers
Just as the day began
The fire of hell came roaring
Ending every plan
Low from a blackened sky
The towers fell to dust
Shattered, twisted, ruined
A heap of ash and rust
High upon the towers
God looked down and cried
At the evil of man’s hatred
As His children died
High upon the towers
All of them are free
Part of God’s great Kingdom
For all eternity
Copyright © 2001 Biff Price
High upon the towers
They saw the gleaming sky
All were unaware
That this day they would die
High upon the towers
They felt the warming sun
Not knowing in brief moments
Their time on earth was done
High upon the towers
They spied the rolling sea
Some enjoyed their coffee
While others sipped their tea
High upon the towers
Just as the day began
The fire of hell came roaring
Ending every plan
Low from a blackened sky
The towers fell to dust
Shattered, twisted, ruined
A heap of ash and rust
High upon the towers
God looked down and cried
At the evil of man’s hatred
As His children died
High upon the towers
All of them are free
Part of God’s great Kingdom
For all eternity
Copyright © 2001 Biff Price