Fields Of Stone, Poem by Gary G Willmore

Fields of stone,

I pray for guidance in this storm
Knowing this wind will blow me on
A few more hugs, A few more drinks
My wife, I leave to watch the kids
I have to go; it's come that time
But precious memories will remain
This place evermore will stay the same
So take hold of God his anchor firm
As He controls all life and storms
He alone forgives our sins
And He returns us to our kin
Or leaves us lie in fields far away
So just believe and hold to faith
For you may see Him on this day
Fields of stone remember us all
we are the ones who made the call
As fields of stone remember the past
The names of the fallen will always last