Roll Call for America

Roll Call for America

Space Shutle

Our journey seems all too familiar of late;
Our road is tear-stained and worn.
The valley is dark, but alas, we must wait;
With emotions that are ragged and torn.
Great sadness engulfs us,
As the break of each day;
Unveils additional sorrow.
Our country is suffering,
Our hearts agonizing in prayer;
We are fearful of each new tomorrow.
Seven souls soared with angel's wings,
On that fateful day,
To heights above and beyond.
A voyage through the stars and portals unknown;
Breaking the human bond.
We say farewell to these loved ones;
Sadly now but a memory.
Their mission is over; their passage diverted;
From earth to eternity.
Can't you hear the rolling thunder;
Would you not agree;
God is demanding our attention;
America; He continues to keep us on our knees.

Author Dottie Perkins
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