Crosses

Thousands of military
Grave sites, both at home and abroad--
Marked with simple white crosses,
Tell how our troops have fought.

Row after row,
In a straight line--
They stand in honor,
Despite the passing of time.

They come from each generation,
Each faith, each race.
They fought to keep us free,
And make the world a safer place.

One cross hung between two thieves,
He had to carry it Himself--
Our Savior nailed to it,
Oh the pain He must have felt.

Our Savior died on the cross
To save us from our sins,
And to set our souls free.
If He knocks on your door-please let Him in.