A Prisoner’s Prayer
Few years ago I wished to see,
The world as told by story,
I've seen the war and enemy,
But still have seen no glory.
And now in Germany I live,
Just waiting till the war end,
Longing for loved ones at my side,
Please God to my home send.
’Tis often that I sit and dream,
Although so far from home,
Her heavenly vision, I plain could see,
Alone, midst natures throne.
For is it not these memories,
Of love’s eternal smile,
And what we learn when parting these,
That make this life worth while?
Life Above All
When first I saw this environment,
I thought it all impossible,
For human beings to live as swine,
Crowded in huts impassable.
When first I arrived ’twas autumn late,
And winter skies were forming,
On red brick floor, I made my bed,
Sharing my breakfast each morning.
But then at last I learned to care,
And saw that life was in this den,
Because ’twas there -
That for the first, I knew my fellow men.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember
them. - Laurence
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