Praying For The Military.

God Bless America!

God take these men under your love and guidance and direct them to do your will. Keep them safe keep them in your hands. God watch over their families and let them know they are loved and you are there for them always. God work through President Bush, to do your will not humans will. For God guide and protect the President and our Troops. Thank you God for the Love you give us all.

Amen...

I came across this poem which I thought would be approiate considering the current events.

"A Soldiers Poem at Christmas."

"A SOLDIERS CHRISTMAS"

Twas The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone, In A One Bedroom House Made Of Plaster And Stone. I Had Come Down The Chimney With Presents To Give, And To See Just Who In This Home Did Live.

I Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See, No Tinsel, No Presents, Not Even A Tree. No Stockings By Mantle, Just Boots Filled With Sand, On The Wall Hung Pictures Of Far Distant Lands.

With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds, A Sober Thought Came Through My Mind. For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary, I Found The Home Of A Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly.

The Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone, Curled Up On The Floor In This One Bedroom Home. The Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Such Disorder, Not How I Pictured, A United States Soldier.

Was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read? Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor For A Bed? I Realized The Families That I Saw This Night, Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers Who Were Willing To Fight.

Soon Round The World, The Children Would Play, And Grownups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day. They All Enjoyed Freedom Each Month Of The Year, Because Of The Soldiers, Like The One Lying Here.

I Couldn't Help But Wonder How Many Lay Alone, On A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home. The Very Thought Brought A Tear To My Eye, I Dropped To My Knees And Started To Cry.

The Soldier Awakened And I Heard A Rough Voice, "Santa Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice. I Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More, My Life Is My God, My Country, My Corps."

The Soldier Rolled Over And Drifted To Sleep, I Couldn't Control It, I Continued To Weep. I Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still And We Both Shivered From The Cold Night's Chill.

I Didn't Want To Leave On That Cold, Dark, Night, This Guardian Of Honor So Willing To Fight. Then The Soldier Rolled Over, With A Voice Soft And Pure, Whispered, "Carry On Santa, It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

One Look At My Watch, And I Knew He Was Right. "MERRY CHRISTMAS My Friend" And To All A Good Night."

God Bless America!

This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.

The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..... PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can?

Even though Christmas is not here yet credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.

Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and passed away, who sacrificed themselves for us.

Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

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More of Angellady's pages and the Presidential Prayer Team and other prayer pages

Angellady's home page
Angellady's Thoughts on War.
Presidential Prayer Team.
A Soldiers Christmas. This is the website where the poem was originally posted.
Hear Our Hearts Prayers A Soldiers Prayer
United As One Let Us Never Forget 9/11/2001
To America From God
Honoring Saints And Heroes

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