The city hemorrhaged
From jet planes shot like bullets
We are anointed
to give good news to the poor.
to bind up the brokenhearted,
Men and women bled out of the debris,
And loved ones,
While firefighters and policemen
Rushed into the wrecked body.
We are to proclaim freedom for the captives
And release from darkness for the prisoners
It was ninety-nine days,
And the fires still burned;
He will bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning,
Eight million bodies applied pressure
To stop the bleeding.
It took thousands of volunteers
But they sewed Manhattan back up.
They will rebuild the ancient ruins
and restore the places long devastated;
A decade later,
The city moves at breakneck speeds,
And the newscasters voices don’t shake;
But there are still families missing members,
The skyline missing silhouette.
The Lord will comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion— We are called to be his hands and feet.
When the sun rises through
Where the buildings once were,
It shines on a city that lives.