After watching "League of Grateful Sons" (Vision Forum Films), I allowed myself to think of all that my grandfathers endured in World War II. My father's father fought in Greece and Italy, and my mother's father at Iwo Jima, among other sites.
It is difficult to think about hardship. We avoid it. It is unpleasant. I tear up. Yet how much more difficult it was for those who endured, who persevered for us. We honor those who gave so much when we take the time to remember, to be inspired by their selfless acts.
It is difficult to think about hardship. We avoid it. It is unpleasant. I tear up. Yet how much more difficult it was for those who endured, who persevered for us. We honor those who gave so much when we take the time to remember, to be inspired by their selfless acts.
Thank you
Daddy's Coming Home
A little boy lay on his bed remembering the day,
His father kissed him, said goodbye, and then he went away.
He’d told him he must go to make the world a better place,
And Johnny still recalled the love that shone from his dear face.
Thus Johnny knew his daddy would be coming home again,
So then he laid his thoughts aside, and dreamed of stalwart men.
The next day Johnny saw big tears upon his mother’s face,
And so he quickly wiped away the path those tears did trace.
He put his arms around her neck and crept into her lap.
He said, “Oh mommy, don’t you cry for Daddy’s coming back.
He told me he would hurry home when duty’s task was done.”
So Johnny’s mother bravely smiled and hugged her little son.
The years passed on, and by and by, the war drew to an end.
Fathers, brothers, husbands, sons, to home their paths did wend.
They’d fought in bloody battles; freedom’s price was paid.
But some brave soldiers ne’er returned, in distant lands they stayed.
Young Johnny’s father never came, he’d sacrificed his life
Like many other noble men for his dear boy and wife.
But in one Land a soldier earned a crown of purest gold,
For giving up his life on earth that others might grow old.
He met his Lord and thanked Him that He’d paid the debt of sin
And purchased life in Heaven for a race of ruined men.
While Johnny and his mother mourned for him, ‘neath sandy loam,
They knew someday they’d follow him, and finally be at Home.
His father kissed him, said goodbye, and then he went away.
He’d told him he must go to make the world a better place,
And Johnny still recalled the love that shone from his dear face.
Thus Johnny knew his daddy would be coming home again,
So then he laid his thoughts aside, and dreamed of stalwart men.
The next day Johnny saw big tears upon his mother’s face,
And so he quickly wiped away the path those tears did trace.
He put his arms around her neck and crept into her lap.
He said, “Oh mommy, don’t you cry for Daddy’s coming back.
He told me he would hurry home when duty’s task was done.”
So Johnny’s mother bravely smiled and hugged her little son.
The years passed on, and by and by, the war drew to an end.
Fathers, brothers, husbands, sons, to home their paths did wend.
They’d fought in bloody battles; freedom’s price was paid.
But some brave soldiers ne’er returned, in distant lands they stayed.
Young Johnny’s father never came, he’d sacrificed his life
Like many other noble men for his dear boy and wife.
But in one Land a soldier earned a crown of purest gold,
For giving up his life on earth that others might grow old.
He met his Lord and thanked Him that He’d paid the debt of sin
And purchased life in Heaven for a race of ruined men.
While Johnny and his mother mourned for him, ‘neath sandy loam,
They knew someday they’d follow him, and finally be at Home.
-- Grace Discher
posted by Mama
1 comment:
Wow, Grace. That is beautiful! I hope you all were blessed with a beautiful Memorial Day.
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