| WHILE WE'RE GIVING GIFTS TO EACH OTHER THIS CHRISTMAS LET US STILL REMEMBER OUR U.S.A. MILITARY MEMBERS AND THEIR FAMILIES BY GIVING THEM THE GIFT OF OUR SUPPORT AND PRAYERS! THEY'RE STILL IN A FAR AWAY AND HOSTILE LAND ... SOME OF THEM WILL NOT BE ABLE TO BE AT HOME WITH THEIR LOVED ONES. |
Of all the gifts we could give a US soldier, prayer is the best!
LORD, HOLD OUR TROOPS IN YOUR LOVING HANDS.
PROTECT THEM AS THEY PROTECT US AND HELP TO REBUILD
A SOCIETY WHERE PEACE AND FREEDOM MAY REIGN.
WHEREVER THEY ARE AND ON WHATEVER FOREIGN SOIL,
BLESS THEM AND THEIR FAMILIES FOR THE SELFLESS ACTS
THEY PERFORM FOR US IN THEIR DUTY TO OUR ARMED FORCES
AND THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
BLESS THEM O LORD, WITH YOUR HAND OUTSTRETCHED!
AND BRING THEM ALL HOME SOON!!
WE ASK THIS IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD JESUS
AMEN and AMEN!
THE CHRISTMAS SOLDIER
'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree
No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds
A sober thought came through my mind
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary
I found the home of a soldier once I could see clearly
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder
Not how I pictured a United States soldier
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a pancho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night
Owed their lives to these soldiers
Who were willing to fight
Soon round the world, the children would play
And grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here
I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home
The very thought brought a tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice
"Santa don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more
My life is for my God, my country, my corps
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
And we both shivered from the cold night's chill
I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night
This guardian of honor, so willing to fight
The soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure Whispered,
"Carry on Santa, It's Christmas Day."All is secure."
One look at my watch and I knew he was right
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND
TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"
| This poem was said to have been written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. Christmas will be coming soon and credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in some small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Help to make others stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, let's, do our part to plant a small seed by remembering to pray for and remind others of our American heroes in the Armed Forces. |
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