To push on in that
sand.
They are doing it for You
And for me to be free.
How can we not be as proud as can
be
Of the sacrifice that is made
For each of us, today?
They are not getting much sleep,
Or not enough to eat.
Yet, they keep pushing on
With those tired weary feet.
Be with their loved ones
That they left behind,
That they might fight ~
So that our land will be fine.
God bless the pilots
That fly every day,
To help the ground troops
Find their way.
Many are tired, weary, and worn;
But keep trudging along.
Oh, how thankful I am for each
one
That is fighting for me and the people at home.
Protect them, dear Lord, and
Let them feel Your presence
As they go through the
night
In that deep dark desert.
Give them Your peace
That from no other they can get.
Comfort the weary ones
as
They keep going and do not fret.
Thank you, dear Lord,
For our Troops that we love.
Keep them safe, as they
know
You are just above.
© by Sarah
Berthelson
If my people,
which are called by my name,
shall humble themselves,
and pray, and seek my face,
and turn from their wicked ways,
then will I hear from heaven,
and will forgive their sin,
and will heal their land.,
II Chronicles 7:14
Come unto me, all [ye] that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28
