It is all so senseless, and so sad;
It seems that we all have lost our innocence
And our childhood dreams in a day
As the reports were broadcast nationwide
Of the children who were slain by the spirit of Cain.
For many dreams did die this night:
The dreams of a father of seeing his son take flight;
The dreams of seeing a child enter the adult world;
The dreams of a girl wanting her own child to hold;
The dreams of finally growing up to be what you had always dreamed,
The dreams of seeing your young ones bring you grandbabies one day
To bounce upon your knee
God, I give all the dreams of these hearts unto you and all of the tears.
May our Lord not forget what has happened here.
Lord, hold responsible all of the guilty ones for every drop of blood.
Let not the Enemy of our soul claim this as a victory for him to behold.
But may your people rise up and take to the streets
And wipe from them clean from all of the work of the Enemy.
May we take back our schools as ground for Thee.
May the Lord's name be so heralded in plaques and anthems sweet.
May it be sung out loud and clear
This land is the Lord's and his Name does belong here
Within every schoolyard upon every pillar which holds our nation's flag.
May the words ring out "In God we Trust"
As it was in the days of Paul Revere and the Sons of Liberty.
May we proclaim America the land of the free and the home of the brave
As the land of our God may we worship Him all of our days.
Come Lord Jesus, and light our pathways,
Help us to see as you do see
Make all of our pathways straight
May our roads indeed go straight ahead on into the future of the Lord
May we not have to shake our heads in dismay and in shame
Because they have taken down your name, and your cross, and your word
And in its place the words of the Enemy of our soul is heard.
Give the youth of this nation a new song to hear and to sing,
One of hope, and of love and of life full and free
One of trusting with faith in the Lord God above
May they rest in your wisdom and find peace and comfort in your love
God, I dedicate the youth of this nation now unto thee,
So many are out there speaking hate, and cruel atrocities
Filling the young ones' spirits and heads with the thoughts of the Enemy
Lord, turn the tables on the Evil One instead.
Lord, may the airways once again
Be commanded by a spirit of love so strong and sweet
That it will clean the air once again with the anthems of the Lord so sweet
Yes, the sixties were a time of disillusion and weird happenings,
But also of love and peace
May we sing once again of these
And in the midst of a chaotic world
May the youth of this nation hear and begin to sing
The songs of hope - the songs of the redeemed
Hide the truths of your laws and your word within these songs
May goodness now reign in the young ones hearts
May they whistle and march to a different tune
The one that the Angels beat upon heavenly harps
That there is hope for this X generation,
The one which comes before Y and Z
The final ones which shall walk the earth
Before the returning of the Son of God unto the planet of the seas
For as it was in the beginning so it shall be in the end,
As the Alpha and Omega shall once again walk the earth with man
It is so soon and yet not far away
When the sun shall indeed shine upon the light of a more glorious day
As the Son of God does return to rule upon the land
And finally then we shall see truth and justice by his command
As the wicked writings and songs are cast into the seas
When one song is heard above all others - the song of the Redeemed
And no longer shall the Enemy's songs reign upon the land,
For the Angels shall be playing the holy songs instead
Thank God the day is coming
When no longer shall the Pied Pipers songs be played
From these who would so innocently declare
That their songs do no harm to the children who are here
But You would say, to them,
If they stood before you this day
Whose songs were they singing
As they took the lives of so many this day?
And whose blood does run now fresh in the streets?
The blood of innocent lambs just learning to hold unto their dreams.
No longer shall the Pied Piper be allowed to play his evil tunes,
For the air shall be cleared as the Angels do play your tune
The tune of the Groom who has come for his Bride
The tune which no longer shall be denied
This is the world and the government that we do long for and do wish to see
The one when Christ our Lord is the Supreme Ruler and King
For He shall rule with a rod of iron and with bronze fists and knees
He shall not buckle under the tauntings of the Enemy's plans and schemes.
But He shall hold strong and fast to the rules and the ways
Of the Heavenly Father, for it is His Word He obeys
This is the day and the land that we do hope for and long to see
The Land where Jesus Messiah is declared the one true Lord and King
When no longer will we have to se our loved ones leave
To fight the Enemy's armies across the seas
For the ultimate super power shall reign upon the earth,
Move over all of the others,
For the Son of God is about to come back to earth
A king like such you have never seen
To wage war and battle like you've never began to comprehend or to dream
For this One has control of the oceans and the seas,
The heavens above and the earth beneath
And yes, then and only then shall mankind see peace on earth
For the earth herself does yearn and cry for the returning
Of the Lord of divine birth
Hold fast to your callings
Don't give up on your dreams
For the Lord Jesus is indeed coming
To set right the works of the Enemy
Written by Bonnie Franklin ~ A poem for those slain at Columbine April 20th nineteen hundred and ninety-nine
On Thursday, May 27, 1999, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado, was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee's subcommittee. The following is a portion of the transcript.
Written by Darrell Scott - Father of Rachel Scott
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