Too many speak of politics and pride, With passion for votes, they do not hide. Yet in the silence, where souls are lost, They've forgotten the cross and what it cost.
They debate with fervor, their voices loud, But of Jesus' name, they're timid not proud. Where is the zeal to share the light, To bring the wandering to His sight?
For votes will fade and kingdoms fall, But His Word remains, the call for all. So let us turn from worldly ways, And lift up Jesus in all our days.
The harvest is plenty, the workers are few, Will you speak of Him, or just argue what's due? It's time to share the greatest gift, And let the name of Jesus lift.
If the person I vote for doesn’t win, I believe in tomorrow, where hope begins. For in the ebb and flow of days, There's always light in future ways.
A single loss is not the end, For time will heal, and hearts will mend. New voices rise, new dreams take flight, And through the dark, we find the light.
Though outcomes may not go my way, I trust in what the dawn will say. For every season has its turn, And through it all, we live and learn.
So if today my choice may fall, I believe tomorrow will still call. In faith, I plant tomorrow’s seed, For hope remains in every deed.
Our flag is a symbol, pure and bright, Of patriotism, honor, and courage's light. We remember the fallen, their sacrifice dear, Giving their lives so freedom stays clear.
To forget the past, we'd surely stray, In guiding the future, we find our way. So let us hold our banner high, For God and country, we'll never deny.
Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
The fourth of July is my Favorite time of year
It draws us closer to our family so dear
Picnics Barbecues and all the fun things
With these traditions great joy, it brings
Fireworks Hamburgers Hotdogs and Apple Pie
All these are great Treasures in our eye
Our Country was founded on Faith in our GOD
Giving us great wisdom by which we are awed
Let us remember the Sacrifices of so many
So that we might have Freedom with Peace and Plenty
July 3, 2021
MarkWaldrop
Yesterday, as my Daddy’s farewell made its solemn way, Led by the United States Marine Corps in proud array, We saw a man by the roadside, pulled over and still, Hat in hand, heart covered, a silent act of will.
His simple gesture, so respectful and true, Touched our grieving hearts, brought tears anew. Amidst the hustle of cars just passing by, His honor stood tall under the open sky.
His license plate revealed his name, Ernest Boerlin, brave and grand, A veteran of the US Navy, in service he did stand. When we reached out to thank him, his words were sincere, A brother in arms, offering comfort so dear.
“It was an honor to show respect for a fellow serviceman,” he said, “Our prayers and condolences to you as you tread. Fair winds and following seas, may God bless your way, In this time of sorrow, I humbly pray.”
Ernest, your kindness did more than words can convey, In our hearts and memories, your gesture will stay. Thank you for your service, your honor so true, May God's blessings and love always be with you.
FRANCE – JUNE 01: World War II. Normandy landings. American reinforcements landing from barges at Utah-Beach (Manche) to deploy towards Cherbourg, June 1944. (Photo by Roger Viollet/Getty Images)
On Normandy's shores, where history was made, Brave souls in the dawn's first light arrayed. Eighty years have passed since that fateful day, Yet their courage and sacrifice never fade away.
Let us remember those who stormed the beach, Their valor and bravery beyond our reach. But also the medics and chaplains who cared, In the midst of chaos, they bravely dared.
With bandages, prayers, and comforting hands, They brought hope and healing to war-torn lands. Families of these heroes, in our hearts, you remain, Your loved ones' service was not in vain.
We ask for prayers, for strength and grace, For those who faced war's grim embrace. May their legacy of kindness and love, Shine down on us from the heavens above.
On this 80th year, we honor and pray, For the medics and chaplains of that historic day. Their selfless acts in the darkest of times, Echo through the ages, in our hearts, they chime.
There was a young man who returned from war, Called home to his mother, his voice raw and sore. "I'm back in the States, Mom, I'm finally here." Her heart leapt with joy, her eyes filled with cheer.
"I'm preparing a feast, all your favorites, dear." He said, "Mom, I'd like to bring a friend near." "Of course, son," she said, "That's wonderful news." But he had more to share, his tone somber, subdued.
"My friend lost his eye in the midst of the fight." "That's no problem, son," she answered, polite. "There's another thing, Mom, he lost his right leg." "That's a bit harder, but we'll make it," she said.
"One more thing, Mom, his right arm's gone too." She paused, then replied, "We'll manage for you." "But, Mom," he continued, "I promised he'd stay." Her voice grew uncertain, "Son, not in that way."
"We can't handle that, it's too much to bear, The costs and the strain, it wouldn't be fair." He replied softly, "I'll tell him, it's fine." The next day, the news left her heart in a bind.
Her son took his life, the burden too great, The friend he spoke of was his own broken state. He sought understanding, a place to belong, But faced with rejection, he couldn't stay strong.
Now she lives with the guilt, the echoing pain, Wishing she'd seen past his words to his strain. A lesson in love, in acceptance so true, For every soldier, and the battles they go through.
Freedom is never free, A truth through history we see. Each generation, brave and bold, Must fight anew for rights of old.
In fields and streets, on land and sea, Men and women strive to keep us free. With courage, they stand against the night, For liberty, they wage the fight.
Sacrifices made, the price they pay, To guard the freedoms we hold today. For every inch of ground reclaimed, For every victory proudly named.
We honor those who faced the foe, In their footsteps, we too must go. For freedom’s flame, they lit the way, A torch we carry, come what may.
Let us remember, never forget, The debt we owe, the vows we've met. For freedom's song, a legacy, Each generation's guarantee.
