The Sunday Sermonette: Memorial Day 2024.

Some soldiers lie in hallowed ground,

     Beneath rows of crosses white.

Death can no longer touch them,

     With his blackened wings of fright.

Others lie in less hallowed ground,

     Beneath the hard, cold sod.

Their final resting place unknown,

     Except by Holy God.

Yet, soldiers are still called today,

     And by their duty bound,

They fight valiantly onward,

     Until their victory’s crowned.

And when all good soldiers

     Are at last called Home.

They’ll stand before their Master,

     Under Heaven’s golden dome.

He’ll smile at them and tell them,

     That at last their battle’s o’er.

And they’ll march one last time in formation,

     Through Heaven’s pearly door.

                                                           Anthony Wayne Kalberg

                                                           May 28, 2010