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A SOLDIER’S PRAYER I served my country In a different war, Now listen to the winds Blow much like before. From the desert sands Of a war torn hell, Comes a soldier’s prayer I’ve prayed as well. God, give me strength Each new day to face, Until I can go home, Leave behind this place. Where some are killing Other guys like me, When we only came To set them free. There’s a red like stain Here in the sand, That grows each day Throughout the land. I pray to go back Once more again There, to stand fast With family and friend. For all of us who die, Before the world does wake I’m asking this, Dear Lord, Our souls; please take. “Amen” ©10/19/03 Monty
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