There's a light in the window
In hopes it will show the way
To guide you home again;
It shines both night and day.
There is no beacon brighter
On earth or up above
Than the fire that burns eternal;
It is the flame of love.
The nights are filled with loneliness
Without your tender touch;
The things we take for granted
Are the ones that mean so much.
If I could turn the sands of time
I'd treasure every day
That we were blessed to share-
Before you went away.
But if the flame should flicker out
Then God meant it to be
That I must come in search of you~
Just light the way for me.
Our lives are footprints in the sand
Which the waves of time erase;
Deep or shallow fare the same-
All gone without a trace.
In youth we tread on aimless feet
With little thought or care
That those who follow in our steps
May find the surface bare.
In latter years the pace has slowed;
With backward glance we see
The prints are quickly fading
And soon will cease to be.
So cherish moments in the sun,
Give thanks for every day,
For no one can be certain when
Their trail may wash away.
Mortal tracks upon the sand
Were never meant to last
But eternal is the mark of God
Where we have merely passed.
I am the flag of America,
A nation both proud and free,
A symbol of democracy
For all the world to see.
I prefer to fly in peace
But hear my message well-
Threaten or harm my people
And you'll feel the fires of hell.
My colors have been bloodied
But no foe can break my will.
I have been battle tested
And I am flying still.
I stand for truth and honor
In a land forged by the brave,
I am the stars and stripes
And I shall always wave!
The shadow of my father
Gives measure to my stride;
I strived to be the man he was
Until the day he died.
Little boys grow up too fast,
I never stopped to see
The aging eyes that misted
With his love for me.
Life's seasons are perennial;
The son becomes the man,
Still I hear his challenge -
Be the best you can.
The world is full of wonders
Only a father can teach.
He pointed to the stars -
And showed me how to reach.
Cold are the whispering winds that blow
Past chisled marble - row on row.
Silent specters aglow in the night
Like sentries frozen in after light
Guarding the bones of those beneath -
Dust and ash be their bequeath.
Could they but tell their mortal tales
That we might know what wins and fails,
The times of song and times of sad -
A little time was all they had.
Would it be other had they known
The final mark is made in stone.
Sculptured glory or faded name,
The great and humble lie the same.
An epitaph serves final vow -
Only the wind speaks with them now.
We each have a guardian angel
Blessed by the peace she brings
And although we cannot see her
We feel the brush of wings.
No heavenly clash of thunder,
Nor vision of golden throne,
Just the faithful certitude
That we are not alone.
She brings us light in darkness,
Gives calm in times of fear;
Hope lives in the knowing
That she is always near.
Compassion for our tears,
Comfort with each nod;
Her mission is no chance of fate -
She is a gift from God.
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