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IN TIMES LIKE THESE
A Word for New York,
a Word for America
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--Cheri Henderson, September 11, 2001
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ONE WORD ALONE
When the world around you seems about to crush your soul
and the stress of life just takes your breath away,
with hands clenched, you long to shout, "no more, please no more",
a resting place is just a word away.
Jesus . . . one whispered word will bring you quiet peace.
Jesus . . . there is power in the holy name you speak.
It only takes a moment to receive the peace you seek,
one word alone . . . and it is "Jesus".
When troubles overcome you and your future is unclear,
you're burdened by the crisis that you face,
sleepless nights and worried days are filled with trembling and fear,
calm assurance is a single word away.
Jesus . . . one whispered word will bring you quiet peace.
Jesus . . . there is holy power in the name you speak.
And the power of His name will soothe the trembling of your heart,
one word alone . . . and it is "Jesus".
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OUR ONLY HOPE
For You are God. You're my Provider.
You're my Healer, Comfort, Shelter.
You're my Rock and I'm covered by Your hand.
You're my Savior, my Deliverer.
You are my dearest friend.
For every need I have, You are I AM.
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TEARS FOR AMERICA, TEARS FOR NEW YORK
Broken bodies, broken buildings, broken families;
orphaned children, wives and husbands, ripped apart;
innocent lives, vaporized, by a mad man's insanity;
still America presses on with a broken heart.
Frustrated by my far-away location,
I see your faces; hear your stories, through the news.
Oh, that I could reach out through the television
to wipe away your tears and tell you that I love you.
For I see the tender, wounded ones of America,
and I feel a great compassion from the Lord.
I know He's weeping with this country in this hour,
and I know that His tears are falling on New York.
How I long to be His arms of great compassion,
His hands of healing and His voice of gentle love.
He wants to comfort all the hearts that have been broken,
and He longs to draw each one unto Himself.
So I say to the wounded, frightened, and the weary,
I love you . . . I really love you in Jesus' name.
And though I can't be with you in your time of grieving,
Jesus can, and for each of you, that's what I pray.
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