The Morning of September 12th

The Lord just blessed me with this poem. A half hour ago as I was walking my dog, He gave me the first part. How awesome He is!

The Morning of September 12th

It was the morning of September 12th,
something was different indeed.
A piece of every American,
was missing and we no longer felt free.

The churches became full again.
Many cried out to God.
Many probably blamed Him,
because they were so mad.

How could God let this happen,
probably so many did ask?
But His children knew the answer,
it was man’s choice like all the rest.

Now also in that morning,
if you listened to Heaven above.
3000 plus souls were returning home
and once again surrounded by His love.

So to all of us that were left behind,
our job is still so great.
We must tell everyone about God,
before it is too late!

E. P. shagott
9/11/09

Meet Me in the Stairwell (9/11/2001)

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news On September 11, 2001. Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK..I am ready to go.'

I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said. 'Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now.'

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan, Afghanistan. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.

Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do.. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you . But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found.. Then, at any moment, you know you are 'ready to go.'

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God

During the next 60 seconds, stop whatever you are doing, and take this opportunity. (Literally it is only 1 minute.) All you have to do is the following:

Stop and think and appreciate God's power in your life, for doing what you know is pleasing to Him. If you are not ashamed to do this, follow the instructions. Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of Me, I will be ashamed of you before My Father'

'Yes, I love my God. He is my fountain of Life and My Savior. He Keeps me going day and night. Without Him, I am no one. But with Him, I can do everything. Christ is my strength.'

In the end, it's between You and God. It was never between you and men at all!

Thinking back to 9/11

I will always remember like most Americans where and what we were doing 8 years ago on this day. It was a Friday morning and on this day I had the day off and was having my morning coffee preparing to start my day. Who would of thought it would change so many lives forever.

I got a call from a church member passing on a prayer request whose family member was working at the Pentagon in Washington, DC. She said to me, "isn't all this terrible?" I replied, "What's terrible?" She said, "haven't you heard a plane hit the world trade center." Well, I hadn't for I normally don't watch TV in the mornings. So this started the beginning of a day that will stay with so many of us. In remembering that tragic day I want to share two poems the Lord blessed me with that I wrote shortly after 9/11/2001. May God be with each of us on this day and give us His comfort and peace.

What's Happening Here?

Buildings are tumbling to the ground
Germs are in the air
Warplanes are in the skies above
What is happening here?


Enemies and friends look alike
Relax you mustn't dare
Children look to their parents and ask
What is happening here?

For the answer we must go back
To the fall of man
When tested by Satan the choice he made
Was not in God's plan.


So Christians don't give up hope
And please do not despair
The place that God has made for you
Has no trouble there.

But you must believe in Christ, His Son
Who died to set us free
And waits in Heaven with His Father
Patiently for you and me

E. P. Shagott

Perfect World

I tried to envision a perfect world
Where everyone would be free
A world without suffering and pain
Where all lived in harmony.

A world without bitterness
A world without shame
A world without differences
A world without blame.

Never having to say you're sorry
For you never did any wrong
A world filled with laughter
A world filled with song.

Could there ever be such a place?
Yes, for it is in God's plan
We would all be their now
If not for the fall of man.

So people don't get discouraged
Remember to think before you do
Until we get to our "Perfect World"
This one will have to do.
E. P. Shagott