Sprawled amidst the battle on the floor,
You deftly move your plastic fighting men.
The good guys have the bad guys on the run--
They're fighting hard to take the hill again!
Never mind that some have suffered wounds,
Shot down by weapons of relentless foes.
Medics will attend the wounded, save their lives;
Right will prevail, my little soldier knows.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(10 years later)
Huddled in a foxhole keeping watch,
Every nerve on edge, each sense on guard,
You whisper prayers for wisdom from our God.
You never dreamed that it would be so hard!
My prayers are mingled with your own, Son;
I know the Lord has always been your Guide.
With trembling voice, I ask Him to protect you
and bring my soldier boy home-safe to my side.
"I love you, O LORD, my strength.
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." (Psalm 18:1 & 2)
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Love to you and GOD save our soldiers and bring them back safe.
Emile
Daniel
Powerfully, poignantly penned ... this one left me in tears for all the little soldier boys and girls defending our shores and freedom. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
Without those willing and able to serve we would not be celebrating our freedom today. I join you, Connie, in saying an extra prayer for their safe return.
Donna