Dear Father, clouds are drawing near When did this tree, so tall, stand here? I still sing songs of nursery rhymes Feel the touch of sweet, soft, cradle time.
Sun illuminates and softly shares, Your gracious gift to all who've cared to help mold the strength relied upon What an honor to smile, as our child walks on.
Dear Father, winds sweep swiftly by Is that my dear boy's laugh, or cry? You see the mountains he will roam Shine strong the beacon; bring him home.
Rain so hard and lightning fights, Strong and fearless passes night. A furious world screams and scratches, Rends and bites.
Arise the Son. He stands for right.
Dear Father, was it worth the fight?
Written while my son, a Marine was deployed in Iraq. Copyright Lori Jean Vance 2006