“When War Comes”
Remember when, we were younger,
And they couldn’t keep us apart?
Bunk beds, football, fishing, and fighting.
One didn’t do anything, without the other.
My first day in kindergarten.
You were with me when I stepped on that bus.
You sat at the bus stop all day,
Waiting for me to get back home.
We’re getting older now,
And becoming men.
You in the military, I in the ministry,
Who would have thought.
I think about the future,
The wars you will fight.
You fighting without me,
I miss the way it was.
You’ll leave on a plane or boat one day
Heading over that sea.
I’ll be sitting here,
Waiting for you to get back home.
When war comes,
I’ll be praying for you.
When war comes,
Be sure to come back.
-Patrick Bell (March 2007)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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2 comments:
awww,, tears..
Amen sarah.. tears!! Very nice PB&J!!
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