Today our church will honor the men of our church, who have served in every branch of the military. I want to share a poem that I wrote as one of them was getting sent over to Iraq. His only concern was for his mom and how she would deal with it. It reminded me of the conversation I over heard my mother have with one of my sister-in laws during Desert Storm. She asked mom how she handled it when my brother was in Nam. Mom’s reply was this, “I never prayed so much or so hard as when my baby was in Nam. I started this poem in my head on the way home and had it finished before evening service.
Freedom is Not Free
She hangs a yellow ribbon on her door to remind her neighbors he does not live there anymore The one she loves and has pledged to share her life with has gone off to war She goes about her days as she has always done Caring for her daughter and her son Every now and then people ask her how her family’s been She says okay
But what she really longs to say is He’s doing fine I don’t know about me You’ll never know the endless days and the sleepless nights the longing to hold and be held tight The countless prayers I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring him safely home to me cause freedom is not free
A father ties a yellow ribbon on a tree Where he used to watch his baby swing and play He looks up to the sky and wipes the tears from his eyes As he begins to pray for his child’s safety He asked the Lord up above To protect the one he loves Every now and then people ask him how his family’s been He says okay
But what he really longs to say is She’s doing fine I don’t know about me You’ll never know the endless days and the sleepless nights the longing to hold my baby tight The countless prayers I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring her safely home to me all her life I kept her safe now my baby is protecting me
We will never know what freedom cost the Holy Trinity on that long ago day when God the father had to turn his head away as God the Son hung there on the cross shedding His blood for the lost and the sky turned black while Jesus died to buy His children back I’m curious to know if He was thinking way back then as He gave His life for our sins that freedom is not free
It was not free when Jesus shed his blood for you and me freedom was not free when Jesus died to give sinners victory There is a price for liberty Jesus paid it all No greater gift can any man give than to lay down his life that’s what Jesus did when he died to release sin’s captives and save us from a life of strife all because Freedom is not free