Our Father's PlaceThere is a house upon yon hill they call our father's place, the windows there are broken, the lawn a sad disgrace.Was there we grew for many years, our lives and memories blessed, was there our father lived and died, and was sadly put to rest. Uncle John and cousin Jim are buried by his side, with the tears and prayers that momma shed, but vainly tried to hide.In the house upon yon hill, my Dee and I were wed, the day was bright and flowers bloomed, and tears of joy were shed.Our lives were blessed with little Bill, with Mary and baby Sue, our home we built with loving care, our fortune and family grew.In the house upon yon hill, young Bill made up his mind, to devote his life to church and God, to work for all mankind.For many months and years he toiled, to seek the living word, to learn the things God meant for us, though many seldom heard.In the house upon yon hill, Bill took God as his guide, and as he stood before the crowd, my eyes were filled with pride.It was God's will, he said one day, that he leave us for a while, to spread the hopes and dreams and love, and the words of the young Christ child.This boy of God, my child of peace, marched boldly off to war, not with a gun or deadly thing, but with his bible at the fore.In the house upon yon hill, we laid young Bill to rest, he went to war and in God's hands, he passed his final test.We were told by men in shiny brass what happened to our Bill, a man of God, a man of love, whose memory we cannot fill.A terrible fight, and many men, upon that field of honor lay, their cries of fear and prayers to God, our son did hear that day.No one to them, could make their way, for the enemy was all about, but our Bill walked boldly onto the field, 'In the name of God!' They heard him shout.In the house upon yon hill, were a hundred men that day, they came to show their love of Bill, and to his family say.When we were down, and prayed to God, to spare us from the grave, it was your Bill who heard his voice, and through him us God did save.For across that field of death and fear, with a bible in his hand, walked our Bill with the light of God, and he talked with every man.Our foes did flee this blessed sight, but of one we did not know, who aimed his gun and in his sight, he laid our Billy low.There sets a house upon yon hill they call our father's place, for in this lonely house of God, we rest our final case.God made men and men make war, and the graves are filled with tears, and the weeping voices of the slain, have cried throughout the years."Together we weep, my enemy and I, but not for ourselves you know, we weep for peace among all mankind, that we pray someday will grow."
By Gene Ladnier [ 18/05/2006 ][ viewed 288 times ]
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