Do You Have Loved Ones in the Military?
In this time of war, do you have loved ones serving in the military? What do you pray for concerning these soliders? You may post some of your favorite prayers here. Please indicate your faith tradition or religious affiliation when posting your comments.
THOMAS A.J. HANNON | September 29, 2008 6:13 am
MAY GOD JEHOVAH-JIREH PROVIDE OUR SERVICE OF THE MILITARY WITH HIS LOVE AND GREAT PROTECTION IN THE DAYS OF CONFLICT AND AFTER WITH THE MIND AND LOVE OF HIS SON CHRIST JESUS OUR BROTHER AND HEAVENLY FATHER. GOD BLESS AND GOD SPEED OVER THE EVIL OF WAR. AMEN
Tom Zart | September 15, 2008 7:33 am
SHEPHERDS of LIFE
The twelve Apostles appointed by Christ
Were given power to cast out evil within.
He sent them forth to preach, teach and heal
As God’s shepherd’s from Heaven to men.
Republicans and democrats now campaign for office
In God’s land of liberty, freedom and choice.
Deliberately shaping their future in history
By their judgment, accomplishment and voice.
Once more we must choose our shepherds of life
Driven by love, liberty and country’s call.
Propelled by duty, honor and faith
Pledging to protect and defend justice for all.
Our world has become more dangerous than ever
Due to war, hate, plunder and disease.
Take heed therefore and ponder your vote
As you pray who to vote for on your knees.
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Rothnova | May 2, 2008 8:38 am
May the prayers of Ps. 119, 91 & 35 Cover the Heads of the people fighting in the War of Iraq and others… These prayers are our Covering from the Throne of Grace. God Is Still in Charge of Everything. Know that and be Blessed. Soldiers, Fighters of any war stand under the Blood of Christ Jesus and he will protect you. Just Believe.
Tom Zart | January 11, 2008 1:06 pm
NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA
America, the abundant, the place I was born
I’ll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.
Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.
There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall,
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France,
Describes how, inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.
We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to summit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
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Tom Zart | December 9, 2007 8:29 am
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you dad?
My hero of night and day
I’m so glad you love my mother,
And take time for us to pray.
The last time we played baseball,
You reached for me with your hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish,
That I might be just half the man.
I love my father of this earth,
And I love my father of heaven.
It’s a lot for me to love, you know,
For I’m only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you,
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad?
I can’t help but boast and brag.
By Tom Zart
Tom Zart | December 9, 2007 8:25 am
SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III
Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents,
Many a husband or wife.
They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The plotters and planners of America’s doom
pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.
They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.
The fearful cry we must submit.
And find a way to soothe them.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is grim.
Now’s not the time to fight one another
Or kiss our enemy’s cheek.
All through history it remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.
May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
It’s up to us to stay resolute
Defending the liberty of Man.
By Tom Zart
Tom Zart | December 9, 2007 8:24 am
WE WISH YOU WERE HOME
I remember that fair in September
As we waited for a Ferris wheel ride,
Just as you reached for my fingers,
I felt how I loved you inside.
The next thing I knew we were airborne,
Above all the eyes of the crowd,
Surrounded by rainbows of neon
As the moon popped from behind a cloud
You asked, “daddy, do you love me?”
I answered I couldn’t live without you.
Then you reached up and tugged on my collar
As we flew in that chair painted blue.
Now you are grown and gone
And have marched away to war.
As I’m writing this letter,
I yearn for your knock at our door.
I got out some rags and the wax
And gave your old Ford a rubdown.
I went for a ride of remembrance
While its mufflers made your favorite sound
I drove by the park to ponder
Those ball games we loved to play.
I can ‘t help but worry and wonder
If you’ll ever come home to stay
Your girlfriend still teaches school
We see her every seventh day.
There’s no doubt who she thinks of
When she folds her hands to pray.
Your mother still talks to your picture
As she works at her sewing machine.
I hope my son you realize
How much to us you mean.
Love Dad
K. West | November 28, 2007 7:18 am
It’s difficult to pray for success in war. It means loss for the other side. They are fighting with the same assurance of “rightness” that our side is praying for. Isn’t the other side praying just as fervently? I can pray only for peace.
K Pietrusinski | November 9, 2007 6:53 am
Yes, he just returned from a 15 month deployment in Iraq. He is my 28 year old son, my youngest child. God’s presence and protection kept him safe and may it continue to keep our military service men and women safe and on their mission.