Lord, Send Them Home
Dear Lord, I ask you, I plead with you
to bring America's finest home safe and sound.
No matter how well equipped we are, the
enemy can kill us air, sea and ground.

America seems to be the world's policeman.
We go to help other countries with their situations.
but our boys still get killed when we go there -
it seems to be our occupation.

Dear Lord, millions of prayers are said to You
about our soldiers to bring them safely home.
Sadly enough, some come home in metal
caskets and they are not alone.

Then their families cry out to You
for their loss, Lord, and ask You for healing.
Because this is their most terrible
ever kind of feeling.

Dear friends, let us pray for the fallen
and their families in pain and those still to come.
Dear Lord, their everyday prayer is the same
send back our finest every single one.
written 08/07/2010
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