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Unknown soldier
You are cherished and loved
Unknown believer
You are never forgotten
Unknown man and woman
You are deeply loved
On earth some of us are not known
But in the Kingdom of God we are all known
There are times many of us are alone in our faith
But Jesus is always with us
Unknown soldier
You are cherished and loved
Unknown believer
You are never forgotten
Unknown man and woman
You are deeply loved
It is clear that the eyes of the Lord are on us at all times
We break the cycle of fear because he cares
And prepares the fabric of our growth as
We interact with the world because
The Spirit of God is in all places
By the Grace of God, we move forward
By His Name He rewards us faithful soldier of Jesus Christ
He Lay Where He Had Fallen.
Enemy Fire Had Brought Him Down.
He Knew His Life Was Over,
As He Lost All Sight and Sound.
He Knew a Peaceful Sleep,
Amidst the Raging Guns of War,
But for Him the Fight Was Over.
He'd Gave His All..And More.
Oh, He Was Not Alone.
Others Have Fallen Too.
And Time Will Not Erase the Fact...
They Fell for Me and You.
We Owe These Men and Women,
For They Never Got Any Older.
We Didn't Even Know Them.
To Most of Us They Were..Unknown Soldiers.
So Rest in Honored Glory,
Each and Every One of You.
You Gave All You Had to Give...
For Freedom and the Red, White and Blue.
Connie Moore
Do they still dig up bodies from
The killing Fields of Flanders,
Bones of those long ago
Enticed and betrayed,
Lost generation, sold and
Slaughtered for no real cause.
Do they inter those bodies
Amongst the precise rows
Of immaculate graves,
Each topped wth it’s
Serene white cross marked
With Number Rank Name,
Or the Unknown Soldiers tombs
For those as yet unidentifed,
Those treated as cannon fodder,
The Butchers’ Bill in life,
To be shamelessly and cynically
Too late honoured in death.
Did they learn any lessons,
Were promises made kept
Or are those Fields of Crosses
Just a sad and mute reminder
Of how easily it could and
Does happen again and again.
Once a year they parade their
National outpourings of grief
While, from the latest leaders
Crocodile tears shed as they take
Their annual break from Calculating
The continued profits of death
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier - Canada
We all know you now
You have fallen at our feet
You have guarded them all with life and limb
Noble and brave
Only to fall at a cowards last call
You have stirred the souls of the unknown heroes
Their appall shall seek the just dues of our defamers and saboteurs
Young lads who now welcome you in the hereafter
Shall haunt our enemies from near or afar
The drum rolls sound, as the rifles salute
The Unknown Soldier
You are unknown no more
Notes: In memory of Nathan Cirillo and Patrice Vincent both killed in cold blood on the week of Oct 26, 2014 by cowards in the name of Islam. Nathin Cirillo was standing guard at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Also in memory to the 1000’s of unknown soldiers, young men, who fought so that we may be free.
Once upon a time it was called the Great War
Alright it wasn’t a great war said the dead
Not according to the unknown soldiers
Blown away somewhere out there
That’s war they say
According to the politicians and historians
A memory getting dimmer yet no less sadder
Each passing day from one war to another
Some wars are of a spiritual nature no less a war
I don’t know why the orders were given
that’s for the history books and politicians
Slogans are a distraction like a kiss
From Judas Iscariot
Politicians with Stalin’s grin do it best I fear
With great rhymes hate ends with fate
Not a great war nothing is great about war I think
The sun shone gloriously but no one noticed
They had the last supper of bread and wine
On both sides every side posters and
paintings of Jesus Christ suffering on a cross
When we all know He rose from the dead
Frank Black Blacharczyk
War broke out, and all were called to fight.
Young and naïve he stood,
Fear tightening around his tender throat—
Yet patriotism spoke louder.
Thus marched the unknown soldier.
“Why must peace be born of war?”
He wondered,
His plea falling on deadened ears.
“March!” — that was the order.
And so he fought without understanding,
The unknown soldier.
He gave his blood, his sweat, his all,
Yet no one ever knew his name.
Fate turned its face away—
The enemy claimed him,
And they called him
The unknown soldier.
The old declare the war,
The young go forth and die.
And when peace finally dawns,
Those who bore its cost
Are remembered only as
The unknown soldiers.