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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.