Vietnam Prayer

A Poem by Laurence David Sterling III

In Vietnam on a lonesome hill,
a young Lieutenant knelt quiet and still.
As angels watched him from above,
he opened up his heart with love.

The sky was dark and very gray,
yet this soldier knew just what to say.
Prayers for help from his God,
as they fought for foreign sod

FATHER PLEASE BLESS US
IN YOUR SON
FATHER LOVE US
EVERYONE

As his prayers ascended to his Master,
asking to keep them from disaster,
his men were sleeping safe and warm,
out of rain and tropic storm.

In the morning Charlie came,
to play this earth's unholy game,
of killing men for obscure causes,
erasable by pledges and treaty clauses.

FATHER PLEASE BLESS US
IN YOUR SON
FATHER BE WITH US
EVERYONE

The hell went on a minute or two.
The zing, the sting, the fire, then through.
Crimson stains on Forest Green.
Smokey veil over tropic scene.

In Vietnam on a lonesome hill,
a young Lieutenant lays quiet and still.
An unmarked grave, eternal sleep,
Known but to God, and jungle deep.

FATHER PLEASE BLESS US
IN YOUR SON
FATHER FORGIVE US
EVERYONE

Prayer from Jack's MIDI Shack