clear in freedom’s waves
I watch the children play
And know beneath their feet
Under time’s enduring beat
Ten thousand hearts are buried.

Through battles, wars, and pain,
Suffering, loss, and gain,
The most precious gift of all,
A single bugle call,
Our future you safely carried.

Standing here with quiet sorrow
I think across tomorrow,
Bless your sacrifice.
And with inadequate device
Stand witness to your life.

Children’s laughter is sustained,
Playgrounds and schools remain
Because you stepped into the mess
And delivered with sacredness.
Our precious treasures have survived.

I take this moment now and hallow it with spirit.
I offer my soul’s prayer In hopes that you can hear it.

Thank you for your gifts, more than can be measured.
Please accept my gratitude for you and all you treasure.