FOR YOU POPPA

God lives within the man,

 Else, he is not there,

When soldiers under fire,

 Are given to despair.

'Tis in ones self we find him

 Or find him not at all,

That when we die from bullets

He does not let us fall.

Thus we  pray for the other,

For we know that we are fine,

Hope God he will discover,

And pray for me and mine.

©12/12/02 Colin Jones