Dear Lord
Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
There's an old, old prayer
Running through my head:
God bless all mommy, daddy
And all my sisters and bros
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm
And safe from harm
For they're so close to me.
But as I lay here trying to sleep
I also wish that you will keep
All our soldiers free from harm
And make all the other ones disarm
Thank You Lord, Please bless the rest
In my heart, I know you will do your best
JIM 1964
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