The Price Is Too High
When I put my hand to the wall.
I can feel young soldiers as they fell.
I seem to be viewing hell
as only the soldier can see.
Knowing full well
that all I can be
is thankful;
because of them my land is
still free.
This grief attack
I’m fighting back
No small price to pay.
O God, bring my son back,
Even at the price of Liberty.
I need him here with me.
No, I don’t have a son in the war and I truly ask
God’s blessing on the families who do. No, one
can freely give a child up for any cause. How can
we blame or fault someone of the persuasion of my
poem. Gratis to all who believe it is God’s will
when sacrifice has to be made for the right cause.
CGH
© Apr 11 2010
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