NEW REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY HYMN - VETERANS' DAY HYMN

Once crimson poppies bloomed

out in a foreign field,

each memory reminds

where brutal death was sealed.

The crimson petals flutter down,

still hatred forms a thorny crown.

For in this present time

we wait in vain for peace,

each generation cries,

each longing for release,

while war still plagues the human race

and families seek a hiding place.

How long will human life

suffer for human greed?

How long must race or pride,

wealth, nationhood or creed

be reasons justifying death

to suffocate a nation's breath?

For everyone who dies

we share a quiet grief,

the pain of loss remains,

time rarely brings relief,

and so we will remember them

and heaven sound a loud amen.

© Andrew Pratt 15/10/2012 Pleas include on your CCL return

andrewpratt@btconnect.com

Tune: LITTLE CORNARD 

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