Sacrifice November 10, 2013 by JeffC 1 Comment Today is Remembrance Sunday, and I woke up this morning with a few words of rhyme in my mind, so have put these on paper. It’s not terribly sophisitcated, but I think sums up how I feel. Sacrifice Called to raise a sword, To serve with all his might To defend his home, and family; To protect their lands and rights Defending freedoms to work and play, To worship as they choose He, and countless others, Went forth – their lives to lose Heroes we call them, and rightly so, For gallantly they fought To children in schools to this day, Their sacrifice is taught But what of their families – their loved ones – Who lost a son that day; Brother, husband, or father; With whom children could now not play They too had wounds from the war; Their battle scars unseen When remembering their heroes they now would think; “If only”, “What might have been?” They too had given sacrifice For family they had lost; Their cries piercing the heavens; Their tears the terrible cost Would there be a day when once again Their loved ones they would see? Husband and wife, father and child, Reunited would they be? Would wounds from swords or guns Or emotional scars untold, Remain forever, or would relief Come to each and every soul? Another sacrifice was made So many years ago, Given by the Son of God That cost we cannot know On a hillside garden it began, With blood from every pore. His suffering we cannot imagine But the pain He did endure. Then to another hillside Upon a cross He hung, And suffered yet again until His Father’s work was done The anguish borne by His mother And others who loved Him, Turned all their world to darkness; Their grief had made life dim But three days more, on Easter morn The tomb’s stone rolled away, A resurrected Christ appeared Bringing light to a brand new day For never more would grief prevail Nor death her captives hold. The greatest sacrifice of all Would now fore’er be told. Our hero soldier whose life was lost, Child and widow left alone, Can live with them again one day Christ’s mission has atoned. Our mortal spheres, though filled with grief Will not stay this way, For He who suffered for all mankind Will wipe our tears away. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: JeffC I'm a 50-something bloke who lives in the northern hills of England. I write fiction (mostly fantasy), blog about religion and work in book publishing after a career in healthcare.