Oh my son I've raised you strong in God's laws not of mans.I've taught you to listen for His call and not our own small plans.
But as you go to fight on hard, come to be at last with me.
Tough as they are, remember love, in Christ you can be bold.
I have prayed for you today-the burden that I share
I shall thank God for you my son, that for your country trials you bear.
Please continue to trust that God knows best when there's hard times.
And I know that God does hear his desperate daughter's cries.
His hand will be upon your own, guiding you throughout trial, and fires.
Someones bullet took you down, and now Christ shall take your hand.
The price of freedom has been paid from sea to shining sea,
Someday across the gates I'll come- and you, at last, to me.