Our President

Heavy wrinkles grace his brow

In this nations dark sad hour.

With words of courage on his lips,

And the teardrops begin to drip.

Standing in the ashes of N.Y. City

To show that hope is still very pretty.

With planes flying across the sky

He wonders if one holds an enemy spy.

The thought is in his mind today

Of finding where the evil men stay.

The weight of freedom is on his heart

As it has been from the very start.

With prayer he seeks God's wisdom

As the victims stand waiting numb.

He aims to help our nation find relief

By faith in God and a deep belief.

As the rain came down our prayers went up

For God to fill and overflow Liberty's cup.

He is a man with great resolve

To make plans this war to solve.

He knows the enemy is hard to find

Because these men have evil minds.

God holds the keys in His hands

That can restore peace to this land.

Our President is part of God's great plan,

But the future is in God's Almighty hands!

Written by: Lena Kittrell

Copyright by: Lena Kittrell