• On the day of nine eleven
    God was crying up in heaven
    He wept for those who died
    He wept for all their lives
    He also cried for the families back home
    Who would feel isolated and all alone
    Moments later there was a knock at the gate
    Standing there was a little girl of eight
    Her whole body was burned, black and blue
    But our father knew just what to do
    He picked her up and held her tight
    Suddenly she was healed, made alright
    Hundreds more came and work was done
    They too were healed by the father and son
    Angels were sent out on earth
    To help those sad, angry, and hurt
    Our loved ones are in a better place
    This is why we must have faith