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.
So many patriots dead and gone
You'll find flowers where they lay.
I know that most of them
To Heaven found their way.
All through history right to today
Evil tests our heart and souls.
God's warriors lay their future on the line
Driving the wicked to withdrawal to their holes.
Thank heaven for those whose deeds defeat
Beasts that kill, enslave, rape and decrease.
Our nation's brave we proudly salute with love
As by sacrifice they sustain our grace!
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Just for the sake of our lives, we pray. Thank you for sharing this poem with us Tom.
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For all that we have been blessed with and for what so many others with patriotic fervor have done to ensure a better and safer life for us, we should or rather we must pray. We as individuals have our own limitations. Thanks. I thank the Lord each day It makes me want to pray. Evil tests our heart and souls. Our nation's brave we proudly salute with love As by sacrifice they sustain our grace!