Monday, May 2, 2005
WRITTEN NOT ON PAPER OR STONE
An American soldier's autograph, Written not on paper or stone; Etched in ink on a child's palm, A small reparation for many years Of tyrannical fear, needing to be atoned. Thank you for setting us free, The young Iraqi boy joyously declared; Thank you for being my friend, The American soldier,...
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SOMETIMES WE ALL DRIFT OUT INTO THE RAGING SEA....
Upon Life's Troubled Sea Sometimes my ship must sail, Upon life's troubled sea; Situations and circumstances, come my way, That I would rather not have to receive! Why me? Why now? How much longer must this be -- That my ship has to sail~u pon life's troubled sea. In a time often forgotten, The Son...
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