A Song for Sunday for Veteran’s Day

What Did He Die For? by Twila Paris

He was 21 in 1944,
He was hope, and he was courage on a lonely shore
sent there by a mother, with love beyond her tears,
just a young American who chose to rise above his fear.

And as I watch him struggle up that hill,
Without a thought of turning back.
I can not help but wonder-

What did he die for, when he died for you and me
made the sacrifice so that we could all be free
I believe that he will answer each to heaven,
for the way we spend a priceless liberty
Look inside and ask the question,
What did he die for, when he died for me.

To the darkest day in a.d 33,
came the mercy and compassion of eternity
sent there by a father with love beyond his tears,
blameless one, the only son, to bear the guilt of all these years,
and as I watch him struggle up that hill,
without a thought of turning back,
I can not help but wonder

What did he die for, when he died for you and me
made the sacrifice so that we could all be free
I believe that he will answer each to heaven,
for the way we spend a priceless liberty
look inside and ask the question
What did he die for, when he died for me

He died for freedom,
he died for love,
and all the things we do to pay him back
could never be enough

What did he die for, when he died for you and me
made the sacrifice so that we could all be free
I believe he will answer each to heaven
for the way we spend a priceless liberty
Look inside and ask the question
what did he die for, when he died for me?

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Twenty years ago, the song “What Did He Die For?” was inspired by what I saw and learned during the 50th anniversary commemoration of D-Day. I realized in a way I hadn’t before, that those brave young Americans died for me—and that I have a sacred duty to live my life in a way that brings honor to their great sacrifice, and to the procession of sacrifice that has secured the freedom of this great nation for more than 200 years… Read more
It is my prayer that we would not, as a nation, give up the liberty that so many men died to secure for us for a temporary security. We are in grave danger of doing just that.

Thank you to all who fought or are fighting for that liberty!  

Peggy Ann

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Song for Sunday

 

Hold On by Twila Paris

Every little baby
Comes into the world
Reaching for an anchor
Fingers tightly curled
Grasping for a reason
Without knowing why
We will cling to anything
`Till the day we die
We can hold onto sorrow
Hold on to pain
We can hold on to anger
When there is nothing to be gained
We can hold to a thread
At the end of a rope
But if we hold on to Jesus
We are holding onto hope
Hold on
Hold on
This is human nature
This is what He planned
When He put our hearts inside
When He made these hands
We are here to reach for Him
Never letting go
This is all we need to have
All we need to know
And we can hold on to money
Hold on to fame
We can hold on to glory
And the honor of a name
We can hold to a thread
At the end of a rope
But if we hold on to Jesus
We are holding on to
Hold on to hope
Hold on to wisdom and grace
Hold on to mercy and love
Hold on
We can hold on to sorrow
Hold on to pain
We can hold on to anger
When there is nothing to be gained
We can hold on to money
Hold on to fame
We can hold on to glory
And the honor of a name
We can hold to a thread
At the end of a rope
But if we hold on to Jesus
If we hold on to Jesus
If we hold on to Jesus
We are holding on to Hope
Hold on
Hold on
Go on
Hold on
Hold on

In searching for a video of this song, I only found a few and didn’t really like any of them. But I liked the quotes by atheist in this one. It made me think of my mom’s last words on this earth. She said…
I love you
I want to go home
Don’t let them do anything to me.

She had that hope and wanted to go home to the one who loved her most. If you’ve never met Jesus, I hope you do someday and know that love too.