Looking up into the sky,
Wondering and reasoning,
Needing to know why,
Fire burns all around.
Buildings burn as if lit by a stricken match,
Exploding fiery debris around the land,
People scatter, not wanting death the catch,
Destruction comes like the hit of the back of a hand.
Terrorist attacks, war in the distance one can see,
Bringing fear and destruction to an entire nation,
Godless people begin to bow their knee,
And seek the one who founded creation.
Prophets foretold of this destruction to come this day,
Blind eyes and deaf ears were turned from the word,
No one to believe what the men of God had to say,
Grieving much the heart of the Mighty Lord.
A nation of twisted metal, crushed concrete on the ground,
No where to turn, to hide or protect you from the rushed,
So why not look up to the Lord and turn your life around,
In the end your soul will live forever and in hell not be thrust
