Safe At Home With God
*Dedicated to Marine Lance Corporal Mike Williams of Phoenix, AZ.
Who died at Nazaryah, Iraq March, 23, 2003
SAFE AT HOME WITH GOD
No more the Clarion call of battle for me
I am safe at home at last
I do not hear the exploding bombs
Or the bullets whizzing past
No more sounds of flashing guns,
No more missiles streaming by
Or hearing the screams of Mother’s sons
As they prepare to die
I am safe at home with God, mom
It’s where I want to be
I heard the flutter of angel’s wings
And a soft voice calling me
“It’s time for you to come home, son
God’s love has set you free!”
I’m safe at home with God, mom
No more pain and fear
And no matter where you are
You’ll always feel me near
Now you can be at peace, mom
Because you know I’m here
So do not weep for me
And keep your faith steadfast
Know that I am happy now
For I’m At Home with God at last!
Copyright © 2003 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
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