Another Memorial Day

ANOTHER MEMORIAL DAY I think of those who lost their lives on battle fields below And how we ought to pay respect and to them honor show. And once each year we take the time to bow our heads in prayer To thank the Lord for all those who gave of their lives out there. The bugler stands there and plays “Taps”—the saddest song I know, And solemnly I shed a tear; it stirs my body so. Yet I remember one who gave a price for freedom here: The Son of God upon a cross, a sacrifice so dear. He gave His life a sacrifice for sin upon a tree. He took my place that I deserved and bore my hell for me. Yes, Memorial Day is one to think of freedom in our land, But greater yet it’s time to know of God’s eternal plan. So as the bugler now plays “Taps,” I know, though it is sad, It speaks of one who gave me life to be forever glad. They can’t play “Taps” for Jesus, though, for He’s alive today. He lives within my heart, I know, and He is there to stay!