Classic Poem

Tragedy in Colorado

There are 13 crosses and we're torn apart,
There are 13 crosses and blood flows from our heart.
There are 13 crosses and our souls are crying.
There are 13 crosses and white doves are flying,
They've taken these angels up to our God
To be protected and loved and to send peace from above.
To heal from this tragedy seems to much to bear
There are many souls to be healed and the whole world cares,
Can we love and forget and let love take it's place
Or will we let bitterness and hate line our face,
The bullets were piercing, bombs bursting in air
Bells ringing, blood flowing and screams that would scare!
May God in his goodness help heal our souls,
And help fill the void left by their goals
There is no answer, their screams will remain,
But perhaps our minds and our hearts will stream like the rain.
May the storm of sorrow, and the thunder of tears,
Fade slowly and surely over the years.
Our souls will be seared our spirits will be sore.
But the Lord in his heaven will send love and much more.