I could pick up a book, or rent a good flick
But the thought of the war just leaves me sick.
I have no idea what a day must be like,
How much he must miss his home and his wife.
Life doesn't stand still, but we'll wait patiently
For our soldier to return back to us safely.
When he gets here, we'll cherish each day as a gift,
His presence so precious, so many he uplifts.
The result of his work is something he may not see,
But his passion's always there for keeping us free.
It's God who arms him with strength to go on,
He's our hero in camo whether home or whether gone.
3 days ago