Sacrifice 9-11
On ground where once bright giants rose
A spirit wanders still
Through frailty of trust exposed
To dark wind’s bitter chill
The life that moved within this place
Is hurt, beyond repair
Yet we recall each voice, each face
In intimate despair
This price we pay! These dues we owe!
For freedom has a cost
Life reaps the bitter crop it sows
Yet gains more than is lost
One message rings out from the gates
Of heaven’s boundless seat
Whatever conflict man creates
In hate …
God shall defeat
Copyright © Brian Densham | Year Posted 2018
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