I stand and watch the golden sun slip quietly
away.
The dusk falls about me, this is the end of day.
A tiny, rippling little stream, a wooden bridge so small.
The chant of crickets fills the air, the iris stands so tall.
This I choose, an altar Lord, a quiet place to pray.
For those we love so far away, where there's no night, no day.
Courageous men and women facing battle over there.
They strive for peace, then homeward bound. Thou knowest their despair.
The days and nights since they've ben gone are long and lonely too.
You have them Lord, so let them know Thine own great love from You.
I pray for their safe keeping, I ask for nothing more,
but that You hear this humble prayer above Your oceans' roar.
The night is come, I'll close my prayer for joyful peace again.
But thru this war, I pray Oh God, take care of them.
Amen.
by Gwen Danner Holland
WWII Wave