Hallowed Grounds

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.

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
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
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
Let the bells toll for freedom, let the stars and stripes
In the land of the brave and the home of
The free!”

Hallowed Grounds


Dedicated to the men and women who are presently fighting for our country’s freedom, to those who have died defending our cause and those who have bravely fought for American freedom and are missing in action; and to my Dad, who taught me up to appreciate my country and honor those who have fought so bravely to defend her. I love you, Dad!

This song was written as a reflection after visiting Arlington National Cemetery.


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