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Friday 19 October 2012

NEW REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY HYMN - VETERANS' DAY HYMN


Once crimson poppies bloomed
out in a foreign field,
each memory reminds
where brutal death was sealed.
The crimson petals flutter down,
still hatred forms a thorny crown.


For in this present time
we wait in vain for peace,
each generation cries,
each longing for release,
while war still plagues the human race
and families seek a hiding place.


How long will human life
suffer for human greed?
How long must race or pride,
wealth, nationhood or creed
be reasons justifying death
to suffocate a nation's breath?


For everyone who dies
we share a quiet grief,
the pain of loss remains,
time rarely brings relief,
and so we will remember them
and heaven sound a loud amen.

© Andrew Pratt 15/10/2012 Pleas include on your CCL return
andrewpratt@btconnect.com
Tune: LITTLE CORNARD 

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