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Family needed fed and clothed, everyone pitched in Dad was in the mines, shoeing mules by 1910 Too young to be a soldier when the world went to war He learned how and knitted socks to help keep our men warm And he'd pray for those who help keep enemies from our shore Raised in another era, or so it seems today He'd help in his dad's Upholstry Shop and the bills got paid War came and went but family need would stay His family moved to Kansas and Daddy met my mom He fell in love and married her in 1931 Life was good as children filled their home He helped build roads for a military post Just a slight contribution in the light of most U.S. at peace his focus was a civilian one. Now too old to volunteer, he reached out once more Dad helped make bombers in that second world war  Lord, may our boys now too young to fight Who care about our Military and pray with all their might Like my dad know peace in their adult life May our nations infastructure be their great concern And may their families grow, and play, and learn May they ever honor those who defend their right to live in freedom. I know Your Word has told us there shall be wars and rumors of war If it's all the same to You may it not reach our shore And common folk rejoice in peace forever more The hope fulfilled of military folk who fought, bled, and died in war It seems to me that is what they marched into harms way for. Lord, When they are grown and families call them Dad May their hearts hold love of country like my daddy had And those who chose a civilian life ever lend a hand To those who chose to serve and safeguard our land Help them understand others and do what e'er they can As far as they are able to live at peace with fellow man Not compromising freedom, Your Word, or Your plan And may their children say, remembering when older My daddy, a civilian, was a different sort of soldier. Leola Boyd ©2006  
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