Hallowed
Grounds
By:
Lisha
Lander Hylton
June
2005
As
I walk down the green, sloping hills
of
Virginia,
On
the hallowed grounds,
of
our heroes from war;
In
the fields that were home,
to an old southern general,
Rest
American soldiers, in the peace
they
died for.
CHORUS:
They
gave their lives for our freedom, in Americas name.
Our
heroes are gone, but their memories remain.
God
has called them to His kingdom, now they rest in
Honored glory;
From
these hallowed grounds – we remember…
their
story.
As
the wind softly blows through the trees
on the hillsides,
Like
a voice from the past, they
whisper to me.
“As
He died to make men holy, and give
us salvation,
Let
us live and let us die,
to set Americans free.”
Tell
me, how many wars will it take
till we learn,
The
treasures of freedom, the final
“Amen”?
Blowing
in the breeze, is the answer,
to peace.
Among
the graves of these proud countrymen.
As
the sad, mourning cry of a
whippoorwill fades,
I
see in the distance, a tomb
and a guard.
“Here
rests in honored glory,
an American soldier;
One
who is known but to God.”
Entombed
in the crypts and so often
forgotten,
On
eagles bold wings, their souls
will endure.
In
war after war, their bodies
lay shattered,
Resting
now in The Tomb of the
Unknown
Soldier.
In
your own native land, lies your dust
in the soil.
It’s
fitting for your
worthy grave.
The
earth claims from wars, her most
sacred souls,
The
ashes of our courage and
our brave.
Now
live, eternal, you saints of
our wars.
Dear
as the blood that you
willingly gave.
No
footstep shall tread, on this
reverent sod.
The
heritage of our soldiers’
holy grave.
And
to those who are lost, and whose lives
are uncertain,
In
one final prayer, we
silently make.
That
their valor and virtue, for our country
at war,
Be
our hope for their glorious fate.
To
those living today, giving lives
for our freedom,
As
they fight for The Land
of the Free;
We
will pray to our Lord, our Savior
and Father,
“May
God shed His loving Grace
upon
Thee”.
As
I gaze toward the sunset, as twilight
creeps in,
Over
thousands of graves, in the moon’s
early light
Like
fingers caressing, the heart
of my soul;
I
feel their voices whisper softly
in the night.
Pleading,
“Let there be peace, on earth,
for mankind.
God,
give us strength, give our world
unity;
Let
the bells toll for freedom, let the stars and stripes
fly…
In
the land of the brave and the home of
The free!”