Our Solemn Group

Our solemn group, stands between the many headstones.
With a gun solute, we fold a flag that no longer waves.
Here some family surnames come to a close.
For this great cost the soul moans.
There are so many at war, for a moment, my whole heart caves.
Yet there is pride for those who died with a purple heart.
And for their faithful wives who will oft visit graves.
Who wait alone trusting in a love torn apart.
How can one not hope and rejoice in our Savior
Who art in Heaven awaiting to reunite great love.
When we depart.

Many dear children say to a grave, “I love you, Dad”.
They have tales of courage as their lingering memories.
Families wanting all that they never had.
There's good with bad. And it's sad.
At every grave site rests a casket filled with lifelong stories.
One understands why a hand is placed upon the heart,
Overwhelmed by thoughts of wars price for victories.
For those who died, courageously, who did their part.
How can one not hope and rejoice in our Savior
Who art in Heaven awaiting the righteous who believed liberty,
Was the better part.