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Labor of Love |
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Peace and Freedom are not easily
born
Tis a Labor of Love of the Highest Degree
On Wings from Above, we embrace the Morn,
We are the Eagle… Born to Be Free.
Behind the scenes, our Soldiers stand
Ready to answer Our Nation’s Call
To endure the Labor, whatever Command
To Stay the Course, Giving their All.
Something over the horizon draws their eye
Something larger than themselves, it seems
Perhaps they see our wings in a peaceful sky
An Embryonic Vision, still cloistered in dreams.
We do not rise each day, trying to pretend
The worst has already come, for sadly we know
Our Fight for Peace is not nearly at an end.
Our enemies will strike another vicious blow!
But we are a People Stronger… with Morals Greater
In the face of danger, forever Standing Tough
Not only for our own, but for our neighbors
Who resound our cry, “We have had enough!”
From beginning to end, our Soldiers will fight
Come hell or high water, through fire or flood
Protecting “Home-Sweet-Home” with Awesome Might
Like a Mother Eagle. It’s in our blood!
We will not rest until the Victory is Ours
Though the Labor be painful and long
We’ll brace for the worst in those final hours
“America the Beautiful” forever Strong!
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine.
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees, beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam.
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
If God is among us, who can be against US
In this holiest of wars with determined men
The terrorists have yet to see the end of US
We’ll fight to the death, Peace and Freedom to Win!
Quakes, drought, famine, pestilence and flood
Wars and rumors of wars are everywhere
Exhausted from seeing Innocent Blood.
We scream like the Eagle soaring up there
Peace and Freedom are not easily born
Tis a Labor of Love of the Highest Degree
On Wings from Above, we embrace the Morn
We are the Eagle. Born to Be Free!
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By Nancy L. Meek
Copyright 2002
Listed March 18, 2010 |
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About Author... Nancy is the proud wife of William “Billy” J. Meek, a Vietnam War
Veteran, who served with the 1st Cavalry Airmobile Division, 11th Aviation
Group, 228th Battalion, Co. B.
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