I was able to do some research on the poem, "Meet Me In The Stairwell."
This information was taken from I Was There website.
The poem "Met in the Stairwell" written by Stacey Randall following September 11, 2001. Written from the perspective of God, where God was, and what God was doing during the tragic moments of September 11, 2001.
The original poem was placed on the family web site, then circulated throughout the world via emails. The poem is on thousands of other web sites (current estimate is 8000+ websites).
On November 30, 2001, Bob Holiday, Production Manager for KFSH Los Angeles, read the poem over Mannheim Steamroller's Silent Night. Bob's version found its way to hundreds of radio stations throughout the world and is currently available as an MP3 download on many web sites.
After securing a publishing deal, Stacey was encouraged to find a composer to write more appropriate music. She turned down requests from many well known and established artists.
In June 2002, Stacey chose Justin Copeland to compose the original music, who in turn contacted Steve Sneed to produce the song. Of course, Bob's voice was kept. He has become known as the "voice" of God.
'MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL'
("I WAS THERE")
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news
On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news
On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.'
I held his fingers steady as he dialed.
I gave him the peace to say, Honey, I am not going to make it,
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
I did not place you in the Tower that day.
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you.
Copyright©2002 Stacey Randall
but it is OK...I am ready to go.
'I was with his wife when he called
'I was with his wife when he called
as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words
andas she realized he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help.
'I have been knocking on the door
of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan.
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take
my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day.
You may not know why, but I do. However, if you were;
there in that explosive moment in time,
would you have reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end.
And Iwill be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I maybe found.
Then, at any moment, you know you are'ready to go.'
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
~God~
Copyright©2002 Stacey Randall
3 comments:
That was so beautiful...thanks for doing the research and sharing it.
Thank you! I think this was my way of dealing with my grief...by making a type of memorial. I remember the first time hearing it on the radio to Silent Night, I was in the car and nearly had to stop because I burst into tears. (I listen to that particular station)
I have a copy of this poem with Steven C. Chapman's "Be Still." It was broadcast on Moody radio stations. Sobering.
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