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The Dress "Do you like my dress?" she asked of a passing stranger. "My mommy made it just for me." She said with a tear in her eye. "Well, I think it's very pretty, so tell me little one, why are you crying?" With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered. "After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away." "Well, now," said the lady, "with a little girl like you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be right back." "No Ma'am, you don't understand," said the child through her tears, "my Daddy said that she's up in heaven now with Grandfather." Finally the woman realized what the child meant, and why she was crying. Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms and together they cried for the mommy that was gone. Then suddenly the little girl did something that the woman thought was a bit strange. She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to sing. She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper. It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever heard, almost like the song of a very small bird. After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady, "My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away, and she made me promise to sing it whenever I started crying and it would make me stop." "See," she exclaimed, "it did, and now my eyes are dry!" As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve, "Lady, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you something." "Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to see?" Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said, "Right here is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here," pointing to another spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here," "Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my dress so that I would have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me cry." Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at a dress, no, she was looking at a Mother... Who knew that she was going away and would not be there to kiss away the hurts that she knew her daughter would get. So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl and put them into this dress, that her child now so proudly wore. Let Freedom Ring It was late Tuesday evening, Before mother could sit down, To tell her only child about, The terror that hit downtown. She looked into the eyes of her son, 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. "Baby don't cry, but I'm afraid that 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 baby think? You see, his dad was a fire fighter, And his hero from the day of 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 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 are 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, Daddy was in God's Army now. She also knew her son was safe, That he would be kept from harm somehow. So, evil doers of the world beware. An Army is on the way. Bolstered by new angels, Who left the towers that day.. Their Commander-In-Chief 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! Remember The Main! Remember The Alamo! Remember Shiloh! Remember Antietam! Remember Gettysburg! Remember Hurtgen Forest! Remember Pearl Harbor! Remember Omaha Beach! Remember Guadalcanal! Remember Iwo-Jima! Remember Khe-San! Remember 9/11 !
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