This is a poem penned by the mother of a
friend shortly after the 9-11-01 attack on our country.
Thank you, Mary, for allowing us to use it.
YOUR POINT WAS?
What in the world did you mean to do
with your dreadful terrorist act?
What horrible evil provoked your mind
to carry out such an attack?
If you meant to bring us to our knees,
well, I guess you did, in a way.
But what you don't know, is on our knees
is the perfect place to pray.
If you meant to make us retreat in fear
and give up without a fight,
Then you don't know America very well,
but--if you live--you might.
If you meant to crumble our spirits
like the buildings at ground zero,
You failed, you know, but what you did
was show us hero after hero.
If you meant to destroy our allegiance
and take away our pride,
Take a walk down the streets of any town
and see our flags flying high.
If you meant to make us turn from God
and blame Him for our pain,
Nothing could be farther from the truth.
Too bad--you lose again.
You broke our hearts, but not our will,
and our hearts will mend some day.
We won't be the same but we'll be strong,
for where there's a will, there's a way.
With faith in God and our fellowmen
we'll find the strength we need.
It won't be easy--it will take some time,
but we will survive your evil deed.
- Mary Horner Cossiboom -
Follow this link to a great video by Eric Horner, Mary's son. Eric has a full time music ministry, taking a God and country message to churches, concert halls, and festivals all across America. Eric writes almost all of his own material and has entertained and encouraged our troops at many military bases.
http://www.veritasrecords.com/Soldier/GodBlessMySoldierToo.html
I REMEMBER YOU (Memorial Day Poem)
Hey there, mister, I remember you.
I remember you as Mr. Fred.
You're the neighbor who was a hero,
just like my Grandpa said.
It was a sad time for your family
when you went off to war.
But they were proud of your patriotism
and knew you would go far.
I think they still have your letters
that kept them hanging on.
The calls were few and far between
when you could get to a phone.
Grandpa said you risked your life
over and over and over again.
Your fellow soldiers sang your praises
for bravely taking a stand.
Then one day a bad thing happened.
The ememy fiercely attacked.
You turned to protect your battle buddy
and they shot you in the back.
Your buddy finally made it to safety.
He tells that story to this day,
How you used your body as a human shield
to give him time to get away.
This old headstone can't tell your story.
It's just made of stone, it's true.
But today is Memorial Day, Mr. Fred,
and I just came to say.....
"I remember you."
REST IN PEACE
- Mary Horner Cossiboom - | 
