~ One of Our Own~
One of our own was
called to serve
To the war across the
sea;
It broke our heart the
day you left
But we knew it had to
be.
I sit here alone
thinking about you
I miss you so much you
must know.
I love you forever my
dear,
No matter wherever you
go!
Our country called you
to duty
And I know you'll serve
it proud;
But, I can't stop the
teardrops
That fall like rain from
the clouds.
I wish that you were
here with us,
But we know that cannot
be;
For our country, God
called you to serve,
The land of the proud
and the free!
All my love and prayers
I send
To you across the sea;
I know that God will
guide your way,
For in His arm is where
you'll be.
The times our fears loom
so large
We long for proof that
God is near;
It is then our Father
says to us,
Have faith, my child and
do not fear.
'Till you are safe
beside us once more
I just want to let you
know.
That I am mighty proud
of you
And that I miss you so.
Leona Etling © 2006
For my granddaughter
Stacy!
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