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Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Price of Freedom Is Visible Here

Jean said:

O, God,

I stand atop a grassy knoll

And see so clearly Freedom's toll

Neath cross and star in row on row

They rest as we in Freedom go.

O, God,

Help me never to forget

The price they paid with faces set

Toward victory, and lives of peace

For us who rest in Freedom's ease.

The cost of Freedom I now see

I'll not forget it was for me

They paid with all that they could give.

They rest 'neath cross and star. I live.

O, God.

God said:

It's not cliche, Little One.

Freedom never was,

never is,

never will be free.