The Day the Blood Cried Out

I wrote this poem around September 13th, 2001. It has since been published in four other places. I am posting it here to honor the memory of the day.

THE DAY THE BLOOD CRIED OUT
When Cain killed Abel So many years ago, He hid his brother's body. He didn't want God to know.
But Cain heard someone speaking, And as he looked around, The voice of God told him, Abel's blood cried from the ground.
We're also told in Scripture, If God we won't praise with shout: If ever man is silenced, The very rocks will cry out.
This last Tuesday a tragedy Struck our sinful land. Thousands of Americans were killed, By the terrorist's hand.
As floor by floor, the towers tumbled, In Heaven, God heard the shout. Even nature stood silent, As the blood began to cry out
A hole was blown in our confidence. Our peace shattered apart, As our once righteous nation, Suffered the consequence of a godless heart.
We've become so immune, So used to getting our own way. Might have the prayers of even one Christian, Prevented our loss the other day?
Our nation has turned to other gods, Made excuse for every sin. Too often not even a fervent Christian, Tries that hard lost souls to win.
We all pretend to be "Christian". We know just how to play the part. But the seeming outer devotion, Is completely lost to each distracted heart.
God has hedged in America, Protected us in His lap. And now he's calling Christian soldiers, To come, stand in the gap.
We need to get real with God. Let's turn this nation around. Let's give our answer to the blood, Now crying from the ground.
SYMPATHY WILL NEVER REPLACE SERVICE.
"And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land."
Ezekial 22:30a (KJV)