Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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Like Jesus who arose after 3 days in the ground Nine miners emerged after 3 days down Displaying a resolve that defies all the odds Giving credit to the rescuers, their families and god The situation facing the Quecreek team Gave a whole new meaning to grim Two out in the 9th nobody on The chances of victory -- none and slim Too much raging water, not enough heat Two flickering lamps & only hope to eat Though the miners rejoiced when a bucket floated by With a cold meat sandwich, one bite but it was dry (chorus) 9 imprisoned, 9 arisen, 9 nearly died, 9 survived When you take your swings and go 9 for 9 You're batting a thousand that's perfection defined Up top hope flourished till a drill bit broke, Causing the most confident to wonder If it was time to let go, absorb the blow Nine lives for a map-maker's blunder It would take a lot more than skill and hard work To bring the team home in tact They needed a miracle the kind you always read about That make you question what is fiction what is fact Time signed on with the enemy Each minute edging closer to catastrophe The team stayed warm by huddling together Wondering whether they'd ever hear the sound of a drill Or if the words they scribbled in the darkens Were in fact their final wills Revisiting prayers from years long past They fished for faith that was fading fast Each silently admitted the hour was getting late But none would succumb to the obvious fate (chorus) 9 imprisoned, 9 arisen, 9 nearly died, 9 survived When you take your swings and go 9 for 9 You're batting a thousand that's perfection DEVINE! Like Jesus who arose after 3 days in the ground Nine miners emerged after 3 days down Displaying a resolve that defies all the odds Giving credit to the rescuers, their families and god |
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