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"The Mansions of the Lord"
Words by Randall Wallace
To fallen soldiers let us sing
where no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring
to the mansions of the Lord
No more bleeding no more fight
No prayers pleading through the night
just divine embrace, eternal light
in the mansions of the Lord
Where no mothers cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard tho the angels sleep
All through the ages safely keep the mansions of the Lord
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Once a year say a prayer for me
Close your eyes and remember me
The young dead soldiers do not speak
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
Who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night
And when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us.
They say: We have done what we could
But until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives,
but until it is finished...
NO ONE can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
They will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths
were for Peace and a new hope
or for nothing we cannot say,
It is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say...
We have died;
Remember us.
by Archibald MacLeish,
1892-1982, American Poet
“LEST I KEEP MY COMPLACENT WAY,
I MUST REMEMBER...
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE A PERSON DIED FOR ME...
AS LONG AS THERE MUST BE WAR,
I ASK AND I MUST ANSWER...
WAS I WORTH DYING FOR?"
~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~
I Wonder, God...
If You'd Wait at Your Door?
(Hello, God)
(As published in the Orlando Sentinel 12/16/67)
"Look God, I have never spoken to you:
But now I want to say, how do you do.
You see, God, they told me you didn't exist
and like a fool, I believed all of this.
I saw your sky...
I figured right then, they had told me a lie.
Had I taken the time to see, the things you made,
I'd known they weren't calling a spade a spade.
I wonder, God, if You'd shake my hand?
Somehow I feel that You will understand.
Funny...
I had to come this hellish place,
before I had the time to see Your face.
Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,
but I'm sure glad, God, I met You today.
I guess the zero hour. will soon be here,
But I'm not afraid since I know You're near.
The signal... Well, God... I'll have to go
I like You lots... this I want You to know.
Look, now this will be a horrible fight,
Who knows, I may come to Your house tonight.
Though I wasn't friendly, with You before,
I wonder God, if You'd wait at the door?
Look...I'm crying - me - shedding tears
I wish I'd known You these many years.
Well I have to go now God...
goodbye.
Strange, since I've met You...
I'm not afraid to die."
Many Thanks to Jim Bracewell
for sharing this with us...
A PAIN, NO ONE CAN HEAL...
A MEMORY NO ONE CAN STEAL...
A SOLDIER'S DEATH GIVES MORE YET...
IT LEAVES BEHIND A LESSON TO IMMITATE...
A LESSON, NO ONE SHOULD EVER FORGET.
