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I WATCH HIM AS HE WALKS AWAY
I watch him as he walks
away,
With his shoulders squared and standing tall.
I cannot
find the right words to say,
For I know he must heed his
country's call!
His mother and I taught him all the right
stuff,
Love of God and love of his fellow man.
We taught him
that if life's road gets rough,
We must accept it as God's
plan.
I watch him as he walks away,
A boy who has become a man
overnight.
Wasn't it only yesterday I watched him play?
And
now he must go and fight.
I watch him as he walks away.
I'm as
proud as I can be
How often I have heard folks say,
He's "the
spittin" image" of me!
I watch him as he walks away.
He's just
topped the little hill.
I hope we'll meet again some day.
I
pray it is in God's will.
I watch him as he walks away,
With
tears streaming down my face,
Knowing there will be many a lonely
day,
Around the old home place.
I watch him as he walks
away.
Then I place him in God's hands.
Ah, I know He'll not my
trust betray!
You see, He loves and understands!
Robert F.
Dotson © 2003
AMERICA'S
FINEST HOUR
The
mighty gun's roar,
On that faraway shore,
Reverberates in
hearts across our homeland.
The enemy, of course,
Has
underestimated our fighting force.
For" in God we trust" as
united we stand!
"America's finest hour",
Isn't through
her military power.
Her strength is gained when her people
pray!
And when liberty is at stake even on a foreign
shore,
She will rise once more,
Proudly to fight another
day!
Robert F. Dotson ©2001
Brother Bob's Christian Poetry Potpourri
OUR PRAYER FOR
YOU
Dedicated to the men and women of our military
Dear
Lord, we earnestly pray,
For those in our armed forces
today,
Whether they be in the air, on land , or on sea.
Oh
God, please bare Your mighty arm
And keep our men and women from
harm.
May they feel very close to Thee!
We pray for those
in captivity now.
Oh Lord somehow,
Convince their captors to
set them free.
May You give them the grace,
For the problems
they will face!
Oh, dear Lord please let it be.
We pray
for those who will die.
God reach down from the sky,
And draw
their souls to Your breast.
Then, with Your loving hand,
Take
them to a better land,
Where no wars can come,
And there’s
perfect peace and rest!
Robert F. Dotson 2003
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