Emergency, Emergency, 9-1-1

Tourists gazing up in the sky
See a sight with their own eye
Mouths wide open begin to cry
Emergency, Emergency
Nine-one-one
Towers falling
RUN, RUN, RUN

Worker at the World Trade Center
At his desk, a money lender
Hears a crash, a metal bender
Emergency, Emergency
Nine-one-one
Towers falling
RUN, RUN, RUN

Firefighters to the rescue
Try to save the precious few
Would you come if you knew?
Emergency, Emergency
Nine-one-one
Towers falling
RUN, RUN, RUN

As we gather on bended knee
Across our nation from sea to sea
Will you Lord our Savior be?
Emergency, Emergency
Oh, Holy One
Voices calling
COME, COME, COME

A Christian poem by:  Joan Curtin — September 14, 2001
National Day of Prayer