The little
Marine ornament
Dressed in
blue and smiling back at me,
Is a
personal reminder
Freedom
isn’t free.
Truths so
familiar and yet unclear;
Will what
has been always be?
And now a
new light is shining
On the truth
that freedom isn’t free.
The colors
and lights are all the same;
The music is
familiar… the aroma of the tree.
And yet
there hangs an ornament;
It is a
personal reminder that freedom isn’t free.
Old men with
furrowed brow of experience untold,
History
lessons of battles fought unselfishly
The sound of
taps over flagged farewell
These are
the sights and sounds of a freedom that isn’t free.
A mothers
tear, a fathers faith
A sisters
wishing, and a brothers pride that sees,
The
grandparent’s prayers and the lover who waits,
With heavy
hearts knowing freedom isn’t free.
We thank God
for His priceless gift
Jesus, the
author of love and grace and mercy
And we pray
for His careful watch and protection
Over those
who pay the price, for freedom isn’t free.
Enjoy the
thrills this season brings
With
grateful heart and bended knee
Whisper a
prayer for those who answer the call
To sacrifice
and protect a freedom that isn’t free.
We cannot
take for granted
Years and
tears and battles fought with bravery
We must
defend and cherish this treasure
And refuse
to forget that freedom isn’t free
The little
Marine ornament
Dressed in
blue and smiling back at me,
Is a
personal reminder
Freedom
isn’t free.
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