The Day Called Memorial

The last Monday in May is the Day called Memorial

We’re to remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice

Soldiers who stood in for us to guard our freedoms so real

Bravery so strong a life ended too young to pay that price

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We’ll never know the children they would have reared

They’ll never see those who were born to them be wed

The next generation will depend on pictures as they appeared

There will always be those who remember and are sad

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What we do with our freedom is up to us who still live

If we squander it on personal pleasure we’ll remain small

Speaking for those without a voice is the best way to give

Service to many others will bring true happiness to all

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Jesus is our example to follow and imitate for our life

He healed, loved and taught the people of His day

His gift was so broad He didn’t search for a personal wife

In the end He, too, gave His very own life away

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Today we have, tomorrow is never promised come

Will what you’ve done be remembered when your story is o’er

Is Jesus smiling broadly  by something you have done

What will your mark be on this Day called Memorial

I'm a truck driver turned writer. My writing drives people to Jesus.
I love sunsets/sunrises, dark chocolate, coffee, cats and dogs (as long as their owners pick up after them) and solitude. My relationship with God through Jesus Christ is most important to me, not a religion. This writing gig is all God's idea. I only wish to bring more attention to Jesus with it.