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Angels Commissioned
The Great Commander raised his hand;
"We
will do battle on this land!"
He ordered youth to come and serve.
He called upon those in Reserve.
He readied
weapons one by one,
As each one came, a daughter, a son.
To lay their life down on command,
For something they'd
not understand.
But with each order came the call
To Angels who would watch them all.
From friends and family on their knees,
In prayer for warriors such as these.
Who knew of games and friends at school,
The love of cars, the golden rule.
Who needed something much much
more,
Than what life had prepared them for.
So Heaven's Legions took command
And walked among the battle land,
Embracing sons who lost their youth,
To war's command and ugly truth.
And put a blessing in their dreams,
Of running
dogs and fishing streams.
Who caught them as they fell with peace,
And flew them Home from war's release.
You'll
hear a story now and then,
Of how it happened, where and when.
A soldier's life was spared by fate,
By one who
should have fired in hate.
A land mine that would not fire.
An act of courage to inspire.
An unseen voice that
gives the cry,
You must do this or you will die.
These are the things that fight the fight
For
faith into the dark of night.
These are the things we can't explain,
That happen on the battle plain.
Remembering
comrades who have died,
And broken hearts of those who've cried.
To those who lived through bitter war,
This day
is yours, and much, much more.
Remember when you look on high,
And
see the blue of clouds and sky.
That there is work for you to do;
That you are here, so you're not through.
For surely as sweet freedom rings,
You've felt
the touch of angel's wings.
By - Jennifer
Grant
May Angels Keep You
May the angels light your morning,
And guide you through the night,
May they comfort all your sorrows,
May they help you win the fight.
May
they keep watch over your soul,
And show you better ways,
May they guard you while you're sleeping,
And see
you through your days.
May they calm your every fear,
And hear you when you shout,
May they show you bright
new hopes,
And still your every doubt.
Military Wives Prayer
At night when I crawl into bed,
My lonely pillow 'neath my head,
I close my eyes and
say a prayer.
"God keep him safe way over there,
And make me strong so I won't cry.
It's kinda hard to be alone
and
teach the kids when they're half grown,
without the strength of a father's hand
to guide them in this troubled
land.
So I'll need a little help from you,
to let me know what I should do.
And God please will you let him know,
How
much we love and miss him so.
And then I feel across the bed,
To where he used to lay his head,
and I close my
eyes so very tight,
so I won't cry again tonight,
and whisper to the evening air,
"Good night my darling way over
there."
JUST A COMMON
SOLDIER
(A Soldier Died
Today)
by A. Lawrence
Vaincourt
He was getting
old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around
the Legion, telling stories of the past
Of a war that he had
fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with
his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho' sometimes,
to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies
listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his
tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a
little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned
by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary
and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised
a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't
note his passing, though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave
this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note
their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their
whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of
a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his
promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve
his Country and offers up his life?
A politician's stipend
and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary
soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off
with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.
It's so easy to forget
them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills
of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians,
with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the
freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself
in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician
with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer
a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin
and Country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common
soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should
remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries
are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all
the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him
honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's
give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple
headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in
mourning, for a soldier died today.
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I am a small and precious child, my dad's been
sent to fight,
The only place I'll see his face is in my dreams at night.
He will be gone too many days for my young
mind to keep track,
I may be sad, but I am proud - My daddy's got your back.
I am a caring mother, my son has gone to war,
My
mind is filled with worries I have never known before.
Everyday I try to keep my thoughts from turning black,
I may
be scared, but I am proud - my son has got your back.
I am a strong and loving wife, with a husband soon
to go,
There are times I'm terrified in a way most never know.
I bite my lip, and force a smile as I watch my husband
pack,
My heart may break, but I am proud - my husband's got your back.
And I am a soldier, serving proudly, standing tall.
I
fight for freedom, yours and mine, by answering this call.
I do my job while knowing the thanks it sometimes lacks -
Say
a prayer that I'll come home. It's me whose got your back.
Author Unknown
A TRUE STORY ABOUT ANSWERED PRAYER
Several weeks ago, through the website of The Presidential Prayer Team, I "adopted"
a member of the Armed Forces to pray for daily during this time of war. I have prayed daily (early and often!) for "my" adopted
Marine.
Last night I returned home from work and turned on my television set for war updates. In progress was a battlefield
interview from Iraq conducted by embedded correspondent Kerry Sanders. Kerry was speaking with a wounded young Marine who,
surrounded by medics, lay on a stretcher on the ground "somewhere in the Iraqi desert."
Fortunately, the brave young
man appeared to be in fair condition despite a wound in the arm/hand. To my astonishment, I heard Kerry refer to the wounded
Marine as "Josh," which just happens to be the name of my "adopted" Marine.
"It can't be," I said to myself, "it just
can't be!" After all, there must be hundreds of Marines named "Josh." But, incredibly, the young Marine IS "my Marine!" As
the interview proceeded Kerry mentioned the Marine's last name, and YES, the young Marine IS indeed the Marine I pledged to
pray for daily (and did, particularly at about the time he was under fire).
I am overjoyed that "my Marine" has come
through a fierce encounter near Nasiriyah alive, and though wounded, will recover. I'd like to think that my prayers may have
helped Josh as he fought in the desert of Iraq a day or so ago.
Patricia, Las Vegas, Nevada
The Wings Of An Angel
So Pure And So White,
The Wings Of An Angel
Holding You Tight,
The Wings Of An Angel
Caressing Your Skin,
The Wings Of An
Angel
Keeping The Love Within.
These Wings From An Angel
Are My Gift To You,
These Wings From An Angel
Will
Help See You Through.
She Fight's a War in Iraq
By Floyd A. Jensen
Copyright © 2003
An old man sits by the fireside,
In a Leather chair alone,
While his grand daughter's fights in old Iraq.
He wishe's she was home.
He lost his son in Vietnam.
And his wife in later years.
And today he finds his grand daughter gone.
So he sheds some
lonely tears.
There is a Bible in his lap
So he prays unshamefully,
"You took my wife and son, dear God."
Please don't take this
girl from me.
I have her dog with me today.
Oh God we miss her so.
If I could change the laws of man.
I'd be the first to go.
Her Cowgirl Hat, is on the
mantle,
With her dad's old lariett.
I keep a candle burning Lord.
Dear God
please don't forget.
She gave me a fishing rod
When it was Father's day.
I know how much, she loves to fish,
So I can't put it away.
She's all the family that
I have--
I hope she's not alone.
And when you end the Iraq war,
Please bring her
safely home.
Amen.
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped
his shoes were shining
Just as brightly as his brass."Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have
you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"The soldier squared his shoulders and
said,"No,
Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint.I've had to work most Sundays
And
at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.But, I never took a
penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,And I never
passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.I
know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.If you've
a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."There
was a silence all around the
throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment
of his God,"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've
done your time in Hell."To all that serve
Author Unknown
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