I wasn't sure where to put this so I decided to put it here.
I found this today which really hit home for me so
I thought I would share it.
LadyHawk
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I Give To You My Son
I hugged him as a boy.
And through the years he has become
My greatest pride and joy.
I love him more than I can say,
His life more precious than my own.
But gone are the whims and notions
Of the little boy that I have known.
For the years have passed so quickly
Since the time it all began,
And now he stands before me
With the convictions of a man.
He wants to serve his country
He states aloud with pride,
As I try to sort out the emotions
That I'm feeling deep inside.
A union of the uncertain fear,
Which I cannot control,
And the allegiance that lies deep within
My patriotic soul.
I trust that my years of guidance
Will serve as a strong foundation
As he perfoms the duties requested
From his beloved nation.
God, please guide him as he travels
To the places our Marines have bled,
And walk with him through pathways
where those heroes' feet have tread.
Oh, Sweet Land of Liberty,
Humbly I give you my son,
Praying you'll return him safely home
When his work for you is done.
Author Unknown
I found this today which really hit home for me so
I thought I would share it.
LadyHawk
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Give To You My Son
I hugged him as a boy.
And through the years he has become
My greatest pride and joy.
I love him more than I can say,
His life more precious than my own.
But gone are the whims and notions
Of the little boy that I have known.
For the years have passed so quickly
Since the time it all began,
And now he stands before me
With the convictions of a man.
He wants to serve his country
He states aloud with pride,
As I try to sort out the emotions
That I'm feeling deep inside.
A union of the uncertain fear,
Which I cannot control,
And the allegiance that lies deep within
My patriotic soul.
I trust that my years of guidance
Will serve as a strong foundation
As he perfoms the duties requested
From his beloved nation.
God, please guide him as he travels
To the places our Marines have bled,
And walk with him through pathways
where those heroes' feet have tread.
Oh, Sweet Land of Liberty,
Humbly I give you my son,
Praying you'll return him safely home
When his work for you is done.
Author Unknown