The Fire Fighters Son

(copyright Beverley Stuive 2001)

It was late one Tuesday evening,
Before the mother could sit down,
To tell her child about
The terror that hit downtown.

She looked into the eyes of her son
Dear God, she loved him so,
She felt her heart begin to break
And the hurt began to show.

She gathered all her strength and courage,
as her story she began to tell.
My Baby don't cry, but I'm afraid daddy
Might be under a building that fell.

The boy looked back at his mother,
His eyes made not one blink.
And the mother's tears began to fall.
What would her son think?

You see, his daddy is a firefighter,
 His hero from the day of his birth.
He loved his dad more than anything else
That could ever inherit this earth.

The mother's head began to drop,
Her forehead resting on her palm.
She thought her son would be upset.
Instead, he was very calm.

The boy leaned over towards his mom,
And put his hand upon her head.
In her ear he began to whisper,
And this is what he said:

”Mommy please don't cry,
I knew daddy wasn't coming home.
I talked to him just a while ago,
But it wasn't on the phone.

He told me that he loved me,
And he promised we'd meet again.
He told of his new home,
And the job he was to begin.”

”God is building an army,
And there were many angels needed.
That, is where daddy and the others went.
They weren't all defeated.”

It was then, the mother lifted her head.
The tears streamed down her face.
And she could feel her husband's presence,
As it filled her heart with grace.

It was then she knew her son was right.
He was in God's great army now.
She also knew her son was safe,
That he'd be kept from harm somehow.

So, evildoers of the world beware.
An army is on the way.
Bolstered by new angels,
Who left the towers that day..

Their Commander has NEVER been beaten.
His power has NEVER been matched,
And if evil thinks He was Almighty before......
Well, the surface has just been scratched!

Beverley Stuive –in memory of 9-11 

written/copyright Beverley Stuive 2001, all rights reserved