A Soldier and the Cross
Proudly they serve with honor, so brave
To protect Old Glory, that so freely waves
Giving their time, their bodies, their minds
And often, too often, even their lives.
Forgotten with time, are the men that give
So that you and I might freely live.
A mother, a wife, a child will cry
Yet never known to you and I
He served his land, and served her well
He fought for freedom, and there he fell.
A hero, deserving of honor and praise
Is quietly lowered into a grave.
For many years people will come
To reap the harvest for which he’s sown.
Never stopping to wonder or ever think
The great price paid, for freedom to ring.
How great a debt we owe these men
A debt to repay, we couldn’t begin
Let’s stop to remember, and thank God for
These heroes, these men, who have gone before.
With grateful hearts, let it be said
That we’ll remember our honored dead.
Humbly he came, with love to earth
To offer life eternal through his birth.
He gave his time, his body, his mind
And in the end, he gave his life
Forgotten with time, this man that came
A world in which to seek and to save.
A mother one day would stand and cry
As she watched this man, her son, crucified.
He walked this land, he taught and served
Without the glory and honor he deserved.
A hero, deserving of honor and praise
Quietly died and was placed in a grave.
Though risen again, a great price he paid
So that all mankind might be saved.
For many years people will come
And reap the harvest for which he’s sown.
How great a debt we owe this man
A debt to repay, we couldn’t begin
Let’s stop to remember, and thank God for
This hero, this man, who has gone before.
With grateful hearts, let it be said
Our Saviour’s death was not in vain.
Mary-Belle © 2001
