The Ultimate Sacrifice

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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When nations turn from peace to war, Each soul must question why... When Death itself is at the door, To bring its long goodbye... To think, that leaders lead us all, To back them to the hilt. It's then we see our heroes fall, When each of them is killed... When little children shake their heads, Disgusted at such things, It's right to pray beside our beds, Condemning what war brings. The need for guns and bullets grows And even bombs are made - Efficiently Man fights his foes And in their graves they're laid... Who knows the good they could have done, If peace had been their lot, Instead of wars that must be won, When nations turn from God? If only love lived in each heart, We'd share God's Paradise, Instead of this, new conflicts start And blood's our sacrifice... For some, the cost was loss of health... For some, it's wasted time... For some, the cost was death itself, When they were in their prime. Is this the wisest way to live, With bombs and bullets, too? Christ's sacrifice helps God forgive The evil that men do...

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