4 Words


We have some planes…four words that changed the world. Men, women, children, even a three year old girl. In 102 minutes 2,977 innocent people gone. Now families are left not able to go on. Now it’s up to us to remember their lives. They’re not numbers they’re people with souls and minds. So remember the faces, remember the stories. Stand up for what’s right, and speak out when it’s wrong. When you see that man run, or another’s bag left on the ground: speak up, be safe, and save those around. Today we hear that another shooting occurred, Fort Hood we pray for your people hurt. No violence, no pain, no suffering, no more. 


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