Introduction
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Rev. & Sis. Pike
Rev. Pike
Little Bethlehem
The Effectual Fervent Prayer
Behold, I Will Do A New Thing
I Pledge Allegiance
The Mount Of Beatitudes
The People Heard Him Gladly
The People Who Sat In Darkness
Poems
A Letter From God
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Ahora Somos Hijos De Dios
All Hope Gone
All That I Have
Anointed Faith
Command Thou Me
Complete In Him
Continual Warfare
Daniel's Last Week
El Fruto De Sus Pensamientos
Faith Unto Salvation
Fear No Evil
God's Healing Word
God's Will
Hidden Manna
I'll Ride This Trail Again
La Señal De Su Venida
La Vida De Rut
La Zapatilla De Vidrio
Life's Storm
Limiting The Unlimited
Now Are We The Sons Of God
Perfect Love
Revelational Truths
The Covering
The Crucified Way
The Faith
The Fruit Of Their Thoughts
The Gift Of Christmas Time
The Goodness Of God
The Harvest
The Life Of Ruth
The Sign Of His Coming
The Time Is Fulfilled
The Unlimited God
Things That Remain
Visions
Youthful Days
Writings
20th Century Proverbs
All Things Are Yours
All Things That Pertain Unto Life
Charity
Corruptible Flesh
Death, The Enemy Of God
Life And Death
Love Is Life's Bond Of Perfection
Out From Under The Curse
Liberado De Debajo De La Maldicion
Sorrow Worketh Death
The Apostle's Doctrine
The Definition Of God
The Springtime Of Life
The Time Is At Hand
Word Of Encouragement
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 September 11,
2001
Dear America:
I've heard the people's voices, drifting up to Me;
Asking how a loving God, could allow such tragedy.
I've heard it rumored, many feel, I've turned My back on you;
And it breaks My heart to know, that even one could think that's true.
For while I fully understand, that your agony is great;
I'm not to blame, so I felt compelled, to set the record straight.
For the pain and devastation, that was wrought upon this land;
Was plotted by a twisted mind, and a coward's evil hand.
And though My heart was broken, as those planes swooped down upon;
The Twin Towers of New York, and the nation's Pentagon.
My hands were tied, for I was not allowed to interfere;
Your Congressional amendments, long ago made that quite clear.
So I simply stood by patiently, knowing after this great fall;
You'd turn to Me once more, and on My precious name you'd call.
For your shock would turn to grief, and then to anger in the end;
As the full impact of this attack, you began to understand.
And as I watched you yield, to the blow you had been dealt;
Finally with a heavy heart, and tear-dimmed eyes you knelt.
To question how a God of love, could allow such tragedy;
But as I said before, you cannot place the guilt on Me.
For if you search your heart you'll find, this nation is to blame;
A wicked and a sinful, generation with no shame.
The most important book of all, was barred from all the schools;
And prayer to Me forbidden, by these same self-righteous fools.
Though seldom called in prayer, My name is freely used in vain;
With conscience seared, men lie and cheat, more power and wealth to gain.
You uphold pagan worship, in the name of equal rights;
And call your 'life-style' what you will, but it's perversion in My sight.
Drugs are bought and sold with ease, abortion justified;
Divorce is commonplace, and very few oppose gay pride.
Foul language, sex and violence, seems an ever-growing need;
Thanks to Hollywood, the table, from which most children feed.
And while a place of worship, on a weekend night stands bare;
Sports arenas, bars and theaters, are overflowing everywhere.
So the blame is yours, America, for as you can clearly see;
I've not turned My back on you, you've turned your back on Me.
And though it's often used in vain, the only time I hear;
My name cried out with reverence, is when you feel pain or fear.
And while I did not strike this blow, that brought you to your knees;
Perhaps now that you're there, if you repent, I'll hear your pleas.
I'll forgive your sins and one more time, stretch forth My loving hand;
I'll dry your tears and ease your fears, and give you strength to stand.
For liberty and justice, with no room for compromise;
So once more one nation under God, a mighty eagle you will rise.
And on the wings of righteousness, to victory you will soar;
Your enemies will be My own, and you will reign once more.
For this leader I have given you, will be a godly one;
Praying daily, "Father, not my will, but Thine be done."
But America, heed my warning, for mocked I will not be;
So if in pain and fear alone, you're calling now on Me.
Thinking once your wounds I've healed, we'll go our separate ways;
Remember well the sorrow, that brought you to your knees this day.
For My Word cannot lie, and states that every knee shall bow;
The answer has been given, the question now is how.
Free will or force, it's up to you, you can choose to kneel and pray;
Or let pain and fear bring you to your knees, just as it did today.
I've given you another chance, don't let Me down this time;
Keep your eyes steadfast on me, for with your hand holding mine.
You need not fear for I will always, be within your reach;
Your motto is, "In God We Trust," it's time to practice what you preach.
So rise up now America, we've got a job to do;
It's time we let the whole world know, they cannot walk on you.
For thine enemies are now My own, and they've angered Me this day;
And for their great atrocity, it's time for them to pay.
So take courage and your strength renew, your dignity restore;
Dry your tears, tuck away your fears, and let's go win this war.
But once this battle's over, lest complacent you should grow;
Be ever mindful of the pain, from this devastating blow.
For though you've suffered greatly, America, you can bet;
If you turn your back on Me this time, you ain't seen nothing yet!
I love you,
God
Written by Cindy Pike Dunning
Copyright 2001
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