Why Presidents Must Pray? Poem by Tom Zart

On my knees, with folded hands
I thank the Lord each day
For when I think of life itself
It makes me want to pray.

Most God's soldiers are dead and gone
You'll find flowers where they lay.
I know that all of them
To Heaven found their way.

So many times I've looked up
To Heaven in the night
Asking answers from our Lord
Who's always in my sight.

All have suffered remorse and regret
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
We do what we do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.

Will we battle terrorism, as it should be fought
Or run away and let evil chase us to our door?
Will we protect our freedom and choice of life
As our fathers sacrificed before?

I pray to blessed and greet God's best
When it is my time to escape my woes.
I'll clutch their hands and kiss their face
As we celebrate the journey we chose.

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