words and music by Rick Paul

A little boy in his bedroom, tears streaming from his eyes
Fell to his knees as he cried
He said, “God, I know you can hear me, and you can do all kinds of things
If I can’t have Mommy back, would you give her angel’s wings”

Oh, Heavenly Father, please help us understand
Why so many suffer in this world that’s in your hands
Though we trust you have your reasons
If this is part of your plan
Oh, please, please, help us understand

A young man from the suburbs called his wife from work that day
Said, “tell everybody I’m okay”
Then he paused, and told her he loved her, and she should hug the kids for him
They never saw his face or heard his voice again

Oh, it hurts so much
That it’s hard to go on
One moment here
The next, they’re just gone

Thousands of crying voices were silenced that dark day
All we could do was watch, and pray
So many who tried to help them would sacrifice their lives
As steel and concrete towers crumbled like ice