Lest We Forget…

The wind whispers across the land.

“Show me, show me, your blood soaked hands.”

“Hands that were stained throughout the years,”

“From battles fought and graveside tears.”

“The soldiers who fought here, were oh, so true.”

“To the flag of the red, white, and blue.”

“So tell me about the high price that each one paid,”

“And show me the bloody mud that each one made .”

Now the land began to angrily roll and shake,

How dare the wind think liberty was a deadly mistake!

“Well, if you will stop blustering all around my land,”

“I will tell you what is really in this sand.”

“Yes, I felt the weight of their bodies and knew each one,”

“As they laid here dying, knowing their mission was done.”

“For in dying their blood was a dark crimson red,”

“But in death, their blood was just as my Father had said.”

“White, I tell you, as the pure driven snow,”

“And He met each one of them here, I want you to know!”

“For there is a special place in heaven for those who fight,”

“To preserve the Truth and the freedom of Lady Liberty’s light.”

“And maybe the world should see my blood soaked hands,”

“To remind them of what they owe, every military woman and man!”

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Author: jonithetentmaker

Published author of the awesome Christian children's book, "The Tent Maker". The Tent Maker blog and The Tent Maker.org website is free for kids. Stories, games, coloring pages, and contests. Fun and fellowship go hand in hand, especially if it is a child's hand! My other blog, Thru The Bifocals of my Life, is my adult blog about how I see life through the bifocals that I must now wear and a little hindsight 20/20! Like everyone, I am very much human, flaws and all.

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