The LORD & "MASTER"
visits America and Announces
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'Twas The Night
Before a Holiday, He Lived All Alone,
In A One Bedroom House Made Of Plaster And Stone.
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I Had Come
Thru the Window With A Message To Give,
And To See Just Who In This Home Did Live.
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I Looked All
About, A Strange Sight Did I See,
No Music, No Friends, Only a Veteran Stood before me.
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No
Displays on the Mantle, Just Boots Filled With Sand,
On The Wall Hung Pictures Of Far Away Lands.
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Ribbons,
Badges, and Awards Of All Kinds,
A Sobering Thought Went Through My Mind.
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For This House Was
Different, It Was Dark And Dreary,
I Found The Home Of A Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly.
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The Soldier Lay
Sleeping, Silent, and all Alone.
Curled Up On The Floor In This One Bedroom Home.
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The Face Was So
Gentle, The Room In Such Disorder,
Not How I had Pictured A United States Soldier. |
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Was This The Hero
Of Whom I'd Just Read,
Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor For A Bed?
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I Realized The
Families Whom I See Each Night,
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers Who Were Willing To Fight.
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Soon Round The
World, The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate Another All-American Holiday |
WE All Enjoy Freedom Each Month Of The Year,
Because Of
(The Soldiers,
Marines. Air Men and Sailors)
Like The One Lying Here.
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I Couldn't Help
but Wonder How Many Are Cold and Alone,
On Any Holiday Eve Here in the USA or A Land Far From Home.
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The Very Thought
Brought A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees And I Started To Cry.
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The Soldier
Awakened And I Heard A Rough Voice,
"OH!! Please Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice."
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I Fight For Freedom,
I Don't Ask For a Return
My Life Is My God and My Country. Her Enemies I'll Burn
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The Soldier Rolled
Over And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn't Control It, I Continued To Weep.
For I had seen Countless Others Living On The Streets |
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I Kept Watch For
Hours, So Silent And Still
And We Both Shivered From The Cold Night's Chill.
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I Didn't Want To
Leave On That Cold, Dark, Night,
This Guardian Of Honor So Willing To Fight.
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Then The Soldier
Rolled Over, With A Voice Soft And Pure,
Whispered
"Carry On Angel,
It's Your Holiday, And All Is Secure."
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One Look At My
Watch, And I Knew He Was Right.
"Happy Holidays, My Friends, And To All A Good Night."
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| This poem was
written by a Soldier stationed in Korea.
The following is his
request. I think it is reasonable...
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor
of sending this to as many people as you can?
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our Heroes, Both living and dead, who
Sacrificed Themselves.
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