In the midst of death there stands a lonely flame
Reminding us hope burns in the midst of shame.
The shooter broke our hearts when he took deadly aim
We grieved and grew, and yes, we knew
We'd not forget tears that unbidden came.
In the midst of death there stands a lonely flame
Reminding us hope burns in the midst of shame.
Japan broke our hearts when she took deadly aim
We grieved and grew, and yes, we knew
We'd not forget tears that unbidden came.
In the midst of death there stands a lonely flame
Reminding us hope burns in the midst of shame.
Terror broke our hearts when it took deadly aim
We grieved and grew, and yes, we knew
We'd not forget tears that unbidden came.
History washed our hearts with tears and each time they came;
1608, 1775, 1814, 1941, 2001 and more brought us common pain.
America, America, let us thank God for this flame!
Reminding all that hope endures, as we trust in His great Name.
Written by: Leola Boyd
June 2003
You may see this flame at Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia
burning at the burial site of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
(The blossoms were trees at Arlington.)
