MEMORIES
God, why do you choose to speak to me through my memories?
At times, Lord, I feel so close to you when I hear your voice
You visit me at such odd hours; I guess you are less busy then
But then again, it just might be when I am the most receptive
Memories of unbearable pain within my heart that flash in my mind
The smell of death is heavy as we talk. What are you trying to teach me?
These lessons learned taught me about hardship, heroism, courage,
Loyalty to others and a Nation, love for another brother or sister
Yet, I also see man's inhuman treatment of other men during war
At least I see the result of bullets and metal rip into flesh and flows
Of blood soaking into earth. No time to think just respond to saving life and limb
It will be much later that my emotions will overpower me with grief and sadness
Today a new generation fights again. Lord, my heart is aching and breaking
For the families of the young men and women who have died for freedom.
I am humbled once again as I seek your mercy and pray for peace
I am thankful for your presence in my dreams. I have one request, may it end soon