In Honor of Memorial Day (Observed)

From our brother comes this beautiful tribute to those fallen that have gone on to rest.

Ev’ry Morn Thereafter

Of sons He passeth over,
Their blood to thank, have we;
For Death they meet, so peaceful,
Our homes and homeland may be;
For in ev’ry field and acre,
A soldier to bury, have we.

Our homes, He passeth over;
For sons to take, hath He,
To war! To hell! So wakeless,
Our dream of freedom may be;
An’ for ev’ry morn thereafter,
A soldier to bury, have we.

Our arms, He passeth over;
An’ fire to cease, pray we!
But hell they pay, so fearless,
Our lives, however, may be;
For in ev’ry ‘bed of roses’,
A soldier to bury, have we.

Of sons, He passeth over,
Their death to thank, have we,
An’ horror they face, so only,
Our hour of darkness may flee;
An’ for ev’ry morn thereafter,
A soldier to bury, have we.


Jacob Mannan
March 2009