Boy, I know you're tired,
I know you're worn, I know you're torn
I now you're losing all your hope
'Cause you're a long way from home
Boy, I know you're worried
I know you're scared.
I'd like to put my arms around you
And show you that I care.
Chorus
Hope is in the Heavens, not so far away
Close your weary eyes, he hears each word you say.
He is all around you, feel him everywhere
He's reaching down to touch you, Know he is there.
Deep in the heart of a war,
He hears a Soldier's Prayer.
Verse 2
I'm praying he'll protect you, guide you where you go.
Guard you from evils tearing at you soul
He'll give you the freedom to speak your own mind
Give you his grace that transcends all time.
Chorus
I pray for hope I pray for peace
I pray for unity between you and me
I pray the heavens will open some day and
God's loving voice will sweep down and say
Deep in the heart of a war
I hear a Soldier's Prayer.
Repeat Chorus
I pray for hope I pray for peace
I pray for unity between you and me
I pray the heavens will open some day
All of God's people will look up and say,
Deep in the heart of a war,
God heard a Soldier's Prayer.
A SOLDIERS PRAYER
Brave warriors,
should fate find us in battle,
May our cause be just.
May our leaders have clear vision.
May our courage not falter.
May we be triumphant an earn victory
as we show mercy to our enemies.
May our efforts bring lasting peace.
May our sacrifice be always
appreciated by those we serve.
May we return to our loved ones unharmed.
Should we be harmed, may our wounds heal.
Should we perish in the struggle,
may God embrace us and find for us
a place in His Kingdom.
Brave warriors,
should fate find us in battle,
May our cause be just.
May our leaders have clear vision.
May our courage not falter.
May we be triumphant an earn victory
as we show mercy to our enemies.
May our efforts bring lasting peace.
May our sacrifice be always
appreciated by those we serve.
May we return to our loved ones unharmed.
Should we be harmed, may our wounds heal.
Should we perish in the struggle,
may God embrace us and find for us
a place in His Kingdom.
Soldiers Prayer - Sovereign Lord, you are my Commander; march into battle before me and order my steps whereever I go.
Overturn the stones that conceal sin in my life, I want to be without spot or blemish.
Let me to see into my enemy's camp and discern and sinister plan that is laid before me.
Deliver me by your Spirit and aim your purpose straight at my heart.
I want to holdfast to the promises in your Word.
Equip me with the full armor of God, so I can take my stand against the devil's schemes.
Render my life a living testament to your faithfulness, keep me safe in your everlasting arms and hide me in the shadow of the cross.
Amen
Soldiers Prayer - O God, we know you care about each of your children, around the globe. We praise your loving kindness, your merciful grace. This day we lift to you our troops. So far from home and family, they do their best to serve with faithfulness and honor. Hold them tightly, Holy One. Give them courage. As they endure harsh conditions, loneliness and great danger, let them know your nearness. Help them feel your love, and comfort the families left behind. Also, we pray for the end of war. We pray for your strength, your wisdom and your reconciliation. That the serving men and women of every nation might be at home, wrapped in their families, we seek your peace, here on earth, as in heaven. Creator, bless us all as we pray in your holy name. Amen.
Psalm 23 (A psalm of David) Soldiers Prayer
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Endure suffering along with me, as a good soldier of Christ Jesus. And as Christ's soldier, do not let yourself become tied up in the affairs of this life, for then you cannot satisfy the One who has enlisted you in His army. 2Timothy 2:3-4 (NLT)
Soldiers Prayer
Dear Lord,
There's a young man far from home,
called to serve his nation in time of war;
sent to defend our freedom
on some distant foreign shore.
We pray You keep him safe,
we pray You keep him strong,
we pray You send him safely home ...
for he's been away so long.
There's a young woman far from home,
serving her nation with pride.
Her step is strong, her step is sure,
we pray You keep her strong,
we pray You send her safely home ...
for she's been away too long.
Bless those who await their safe return.
Bless those who mourn the lost.
Bless those who serve this country well,
no matter what the cost.
God, Bless America!
Lord, I ask for courage.
Courage to face and conquer my own fears....
Courage to take me where others will not go.
I ask for strength...
Strength of body to protect others..
Strength of spirit to lead others.
I ask for dedication...
Dedication to my job, to do it well...
Dedication to my country, to keep it safe.
Give me Lord, concern...
For those who trust me and compassion for those who need me.
And please Lord.....
Through it all be at my side.
Soldiers Prayer - Psalm 91
By Harriet Yoder
O Lord Most High, help me to dwell in your secret place and abide under Your shadow.
Help me to believe and say out loud for everyone to hear that You are my refuge and my fortress; that You are my God; and that in You I put my trust.
O Lord God Almighty, please deliver me from hidden traps and diseases.
Father God, cover me with Your camouflage; hide me under Your wings; and let Your truth be my shield and buckler against the fiery darts—the lies—of the enemy.
Lord Jesus, help me not to be afraid of terrorists' attacks in the night; or weapons that fly by day; or sicknesses that walk in darkness; or destruction that wastes at noonday.
O Holy God, though a thousand fall at my side, and ten thousand fall at my right hand; please let it not come close to me and my companions.
O Lord Most High, let me live to see the reward of the wicked, because You are my refuge and my home. Let no evil conquer me and let no plague come into my house or near my family.
O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer, please set angels over me to keep me in all Your ways, to bear me up in their hands and to keep my feet from stumbling.
Father God, help me to tread upon the lion and adder and trample the young lion and the dragon under my feet.
Lord Jesus, I love you with all my heart and I know Your name. Deliver me and lift me on high to soar with the eagles. I call upon you to be with me in times of trouble to deliver and honor me because I know Your name. Please show me Your salvation and satisfy me with a long life.
I ask this prayer in the name of Jesus Christ
Amen.
The Silent Ranks
I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.
I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I'm not the ones who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I am the one that's left behind.
My husband is a patriot, a brave prideful man
and the call to serve his country, not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.
I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Military Wife.
I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.
I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I'm not the ones who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I am the one that's left behind.
My husband is a patriot, a brave prideful man
and the call to serve his country, not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.
I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Military Wife.
A Soldier Reports to God
The Soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as brightly as his brass.
Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?
The soldier squared his shoulders
and said, No Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I've never had that much in life,
So if you don't I'll understand.
Prayer of the Unknown Confederate Soldier - Soldiers Prayer
I asked God for strength, that I might achieve;
I was made weak, that I might learn to humbly obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy;
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am, among men, most richly blessed.
At the end of the U.S. Civil War, this prayer was found folded in the pocket of a Confederate Soldier.
OUR SOLDIERS, OUR HEROES - Soldiers Prayer
All the Soldiers are Heroes to me;
They fight in order that we can be free.
Our fathers and mothers have gone before;
They defended our Country by going to war.
Our soldiers are fighting for freedom each day.
Some lose their lives; it's a high price they pay.
They fight for our country, for and for you;
So our children are free, and grandchildren too.
Until we find a better way,
To stop the terrorists, in the games they play.
To guarentee that we're safe in our land
Our soldiers will continue to fight in the sand.
Our dream is to have them all home again;
For our Country to be sage for each & ever man.
In the meantime we know Freedom's not free.
Thanks to the Soldiers - you're Heroes to me.
A Soldiers Prayer
GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
Gone but never forgotten
I feel you in the wind,
As it gently brushes my face.
You are in the air I breathe,
With every breath I take.
You are in the music I hear,
Each and every day.
You are in the sea shell,
As I hear it roar.
You are with me
every step of the way.
Gone but never forgotten
Your memory lives on
in the songs of the birds.
You are in my heart,
body and soul,
With every step I take,
You are with me
all along the way.
Gone but never forgotten.
GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
Gone but never forgotten
I feel you in the wind,
As it gently brushes my face.
You are in the air I breathe,
With every breath I take.
You are in the music I hear,
Each and every day.
You are in the sea shell,
As I hear it roar.
You are with me
every step of the way.
Gone but never forgotten
Your memory lives on
in the songs of the birds.
You are in my heart,
body and soul,
With every step I take,
You are with me
all along the way.
Gone but never forgotten.
Military Poems - A collection compiled by Pat Michalski, National Auxiliary Americanism Officer
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BOMBING
Twas the night before Payback and all through the Land,
They're running like rabbits in Afghanistan,
Osama's been praying, he's down on his knees,
He's hoping that Allah will hear all his pleas.
But all that he's done is just making us madder.
And we'll kick your butt, with one heavy boot.
And the lives of our sailors that you stole.
You think you can rule us and cause us to fear,
You'll soon get the answer if you live to hear.
And he ain't forgotten the sound of our bombs.
You think that those mountains are somewhere to hide.
They'll go down in history as the place where you died.
He came very close to his final breath.
So come out and prove it, that you are a man,
Cause our soldiers are coming and they have a plan.
And they sure do carry some mighty big guns.
Osama I wrote this especially for you,
For air mail delivery by B-52.
Old Glory is coming, attached to a missile.
Will not be sorry to see you go.
It's Red, White and Blue that is running this show.
Author Unknown
What makes a nation's pillars high
And it's foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
Go down in battle shock;
It's shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passes away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust.
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor's sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poem by Ella wheeler Wilcox
America will not turn back;
she did not idly start,
but weighed carefully and well
her grave, important part.
and will pursue it, to the end.
Great Liberty, who guards her gates,
will shine upon her course.
And light the long, adventurous path
with radiance from God's source.
And though blood dyes that ocean track,
America will not turn back.
She will not turn until that hour
when thunders through the world
The crash of tyrant monarchies
by Freedom's hand down-hurled.
While Labour's voice from sea to sea,
sings loud, "My country, 'tis of thee."
Then will our fair Columbia turn,
while all wars' clamours cease,
And with our banner lifted high
proclaim, "Let there be Peace,"
But till that glorious day shall dawn
she will march on, she will march on.
Oh beautiful is the land I love;
the home of the brave and free,
I praise the Lord for the light from above
that guided the pilgrims across the sea.
let our voices join together on high,
And pledge allegiance to our flag,
with liberty and freedom our battle cry.
Let our hearts join together and beat as one,
as Americans united we stand,
To defend to the death our precious freedom,
from sea to sea across our great land.
who led us through the night,
Let us receive His amazing grace and
thank Him for His guiding light.
The blood of men flows ever out
As raging rivers to the sea
There seems to be an endless source
From long lost memory.
Upon some distant shore
Why is the call to die so strong
Who'll take the final fall.
Not we who volunteer
We think we'll never be the one
And laugh to hide our fear
But deep within our inner souls
We know we may be wrong
That death may be around the turn
Our life may not be long
We line up in our ranks
And a grateful nation will be there
To give us all their thanks
Young boys will come to stare
And they will be the next to go
To shed their blood somewhere.
Roaring noises, Screaming voices
Metal flying there and here
Eyes are burning, Guts are churning
Men are fighting full of fear
Guns are smoking, lungs are choking
Thru it all, godawful smell
I hear crying, men are dying
I'm alive, but I'm in hell!
There are many types of weapons
But the ones that hurt the most
Are the weapons made of memories
And the deadly midnight ghost.
Not all wounds are red and bloody
There are wounds that touch the mind
These are wounds that always fester
They're the never healing kind.
Why are we who've done our duty
Plagued by wounds that never heal
Made by weapons of our memories
Which are worse than lead and steel
When the security of our land is threatened,
We call on our soldier's might,
To go wherever they're needed,
To defend us day and night. They leave their loves ones behind,
A great price our soldiers must pay.
Let us salute their courage and bravery,
May we remember them each time we pray.
Each time we spot "Old Glory"
Waving for all to see,
Let's think of all the soldiers that have
Kept it flying proud and free.
This great country is tolerant
Of cultures from other lands,
But, when they attack our precious freedom
We will punish with a heavy hand.
Our soldiers are tried and true,
Tempered like carbon steel,
Born of American Spirit;
Raised with American will.
Remember our fallen heroes that died,
So freedom may grow,
To nations around the world,
Wherever our warriors may go.
Look God: I have never spoken to You,
But now, I want to say, "How do You do?"
You see God, they told me You did not exist;
And like a fool, I believed all of this. Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky;
I figured right then they had told me a lie.
Had I taken the time to see the things You made,
I would know they weren't calling a spade a spade.
I wonder, God, if You would shake my hand;
Somehow, I feel that You will understand.
Strange, I had to come to this hellish place
Before I had time to see Your face.
Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,
But I sure am glad, God, I met You today.
I guess the zero hour will soon be here,
But I am not afraid since I know You are near.
The signal - well, God, I will have to go;
I love you lots, this I want you to know.
Looks like this will be a horrible fight;
Who knows, I may come to your house tonight.
Though I wasn't friendly with you before,
I wonder, God, if you would wait at the door.
Look I am crying, me shedding tears!
I wish I had known you these many years.
Well, I will have to go now, God,
Goodbye - Strange, Since I met you,
I am not afraid to die.
Author Unknown
Some wounds of war
Are never seen
They're buried deep within
No open wound
No Purple Heart
No blemish on the skin
But these are wounds
That leave a scar
Upon our very soul
They tear our hearts
Cause misery
And take a heavy toll
Our bloodless wounds
Cause us to ask
Oh, God, what was it for
We go through life
Not knowing why
We have these Wounds of War
From the colonist, who rebelled,
to the soldier of today,
My thanks, be to you,
I know not what else to say.
Since the words I do not have,
to give the tribute that is due,
So a simple heartfelt thanks,
sincerely I give to you.
Thanks to our American heroes,
whose devotion is second to none,
Whose courage and braveness alone
caused many battles to be won.
We have beaten the forces of evil
and carried our flag far and wide,
Because of our American Warriors,
our hearts are filled with pride,
Only because of you and the price
you willingly did pay,
Only because of you,
Old Glory still flies today!
Father Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC
It is the soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
Who has given us Freedom of speech.
Who has given us the Freedom to demonstrate
Who salutes the Flag,
Whose coffin is draped by the Flag,
Who allows the protestor to burn the Flag,
It is the soldier, not the politician,
Who has given his blood, his body, his life,
Who has given us these FREEDOMS!
You can tell her by the twinkle in her eye,
At parades when the flag marches by.
She served our country and she served it very well
Some have even served a tour or two in Hell.
It gave us strength just to know that she was there.
She was a leader, you could tell by the rank she wore,
But she became the invisible soldier after the war.
Now, it is finally time to right a wrong.
Honor our sister soldier; hear her song.
It's very clear that she's a patriot to the core.
Don't let her be the invisible soldier anymore.
1995, Sarge Lintecum
AMERICA FOR ME
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown.
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
My heart is turning home again and their I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study in Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.
I like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!
I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack!
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free -
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.
Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Henry Van Dyke
Here's to you, son
Though you're so far away -
I think of you always,
But especially today.You're part of the millions
Who've gone on before
Millions of soldiers
In peace and in war -
Their spirits watch over
All the soldiers like you
And comfort the mothers
Of soldier-sons, too.
Some of us are gone
And some are just far -
All of us are proud
Of just who you are.
So when you feel tired
Or lonely or blue,
Remember that someone
is thinking of you....
It won't ever matter
The place or the day -
There's somebody with you
Each step of the way.
THE MEMORIAL
We tried, we tried, Oh God we tried
So we could be here too
And walk around remembering
And look for names we knew
Upon a distant shore
But we are here in memory
As you read our names once more
Remember us, Remember us
Although we're truly gone
Remember us, as we once were
And not just names in stone.
....Edgar Guest
Lord, let me not in service lag.
Let me be worthy of our flag.
Let me remember when I'm tired,
The heroes who have died.In freedom's name and in my way,
Teach me to be as brave as they,
In all I am, in all I do,
Unto our flag I would be true.
For God and country let me stand,
Unstained of soul, clean of hand.
Teach me to serve and guard and love,
The starry flag that flies above.
WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE,
ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE
ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE
The Cadet Prayer at West Point calls upon God, "Searcher of human hearts," to help these future soldiers live above "the common level of life,"
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West Point cadets taking their oath |
The Cadet Prayer at West Point calls upon God, "Searcher of human hearts," to help these future soldiers live above "the common level of life," to chose
the harder right instead of the easier wrong, and never to be content with a half truth when the whole truth can be won. Endow us with courage that is born of loyalty to all that is noble and worthy, that scorns to compromise with vice and injustice, and knows no fear when truth and right are in jeopardy.
When you get to know cadets at the United States Military Academy, as I have had the privilege to do over the last four years, you are impressed by how thoroughly they take the prayer to heart, how dedicated they are to "Duty. Honor. Country." (the academy's motto), and how respectful they are of its blade-sharp honor code: "A cadet will not lie, cheat, steal, or tolerate those who do."
As the Cadet Prayer concludes:
"Kindle our hearts in fellowship with those of a cheerful countenance, and soften our hearts with sympathy for\those who sorrow and suffer. Help us to maintain the honor of the Corps untarnished and unsullied and to show forth in our lives the ideals of West Point in doing our duty to Thee and to our Country."
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