Angels Commissioned


The Great Commander raised his hand  
"We will do battle on this land!" 
  He ordered youth to come and serve. 
  He called upon those in Reserve. 
  He readied weapons one by one 
  As each one came, a mother's son, 
  To lay their life down on command 
  for something they'd not understand. 
  
  But with each order came the call 
  To Angels who would watch them all 
 From friends and family on their knees 
  in prayer for warriors such as these 
  who knew of ball and friends at school, 
  the love of cars, the golden rule. 
  
  Who needed something much more?
  than what life had prepared them for. 
  So Heaven's Legions took command 
  and walked among the battle land, 
  embracing sons who lost their youth 
  to  war's command and ugly truth 
  and put a blessing in their dreams 
  of running dogs and fishing streams. 
  
  Who caught them as they fell with peace 
  and  flew them Home from war's release. 
  You'll hear a story now and then 
  of how it happened, where and when. 
  A soldier's life was spared by fate 
  by one who should have fired in hate. 
  A mine grenade that would not fire.
   
  An act of courage to inspire. 
  An unseen voice that gives the cry, 
  "you must do this or you will die." 
  These are the things that fight the fight 
  for faith into the dark of night. 
  These are the things we can't explain 
  That happens on the battle plain, 
  Remembering comrades who have died 
  And broken hearts of those who've cried 
  To those who lived through bitter war 
  
 This day is yours, and much, much more. 
  Remember when you look on high 
  And see the blue of clouds and sky 
  That there is work for you to do; 
  That you are here, so you're not through. 
  For surely as sweet freedom rings 
  You've felt the touch of angel's wings.
  
May Peace Prevail 

  BY Jennifer Grant
C.2004 Jennifer Grant