November 6, 2016
Lord
fire in my bones...
Lord
by x-bow
Lord do you remember when we use to sit in a government’s yard in Brooklyn. You were not their Lord but you see you kept your promise; come to think of it Lord you always kept your promise.
Because you see Lord when the twin towers were bombed on 9-11, you said Honey I survived the first one surely I’ll survive this one. Because you see Lord with a window washers salary you managed to put all of us thru college. I suppose even thou we live in the present it will become the past. Yet thou because of a great future we can forget the past, we can forget the past. Because even those who fell on an enemies grenade deserve to come home. Promise me Lord that will all come home even if it’s in a body bag, even if it’s in a body bag, surely my loved ones’ just want to bury me in peace.
Surely my twins wants’ to see my face for the last time, we want to come home Lord, we want to come home. This war on terror may not end in our lifetime but President Bush knows we must reap what we sow. Look at the example of Karla Fay tucker.
Because Lord even thou we live in east LA where we can see the sun rising and the sun setting, even thou Maria lives her life like a movie star, and we came back to receive our purple hearts and our silver stars. Remembered by Uncle Sam for our done duties and we come to your grave and see that it’s empty because you didn’t return with us. But you see you kept your promise, you kept your promise, that everybody will make it home, so little darlings’ dry your tears, dry your tears I say, somewhere there in Afghanistan is an unmarked grave where angels argued about the body thereof of who will bury you, because surely if we don’t meet in this life will meet in the next, surely every little thing is going to be alright. Because if you do not make a mistake Lord surely someday everything will be alright.
So we brought your twin daughters to your memorial, just to see your name and told them. He taught us that our word is our bond. And when you grow up and you lose everything do not lose your soul.
Because in the final analysis we are all prisoners of what Jesus is thinking.
Because you see Lord when the twin towers were bombed on 9-11, you said Honey I survived the first one surely I’ll survive this one. Because you see Lord with a window washers salary you managed to put all of us thru college. I suppose even thou we live in the present it will become the past. Yet thou because of a great future we can forget the past, we can forget the past. Because even those who fell on an enemies grenade deserve to come home. Promise me Lord that will all come home even if it’s in a body bag, even if it’s in a body bag, surely my loved ones’ just want to bury me in peace.
Surely my twins wants’ to see my face for the last time, we want to come home Lord, we want to come home. This war on terror may not end in our lifetime but President Bush knows we must reap what we sow. Look at the example of Karla Fay tucker.
Because Lord even thou we live in east LA where we can see the sun rising and the sun setting, even thou Maria lives her life like a movie star, and we came back to receive our purple hearts and our silver stars. Remembered by Uncle Sam for our done duties and we come to your grave and see that it’s empty because you didn’t return with us. But you see you kept your promise, you kept your promise, that everybody will make it home, so little darlings’ dry your tears, dry your tears I say, somewhere there in Afghanistan is an unmarked grave where angels argued about the body thereof of who will bury you, because surely if we don’t meet in this life will meet in the next, surely every little thing is going to be alright. Because if you do not make a mistake Lord surely someday everything will be alright.
So we brought your twin daughters to your memorial, just to see your name and told them. He taught us that our word is our bond. And when you grow up and you lose everything do not lose your soul.
Because in the final analysis we are all prisoners of what Jesus is thinking.
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