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November
11, 1999
The
Lark Ascended
the
lark ascended and flew in joyous bliss
o’er
wreckage of days far gone away
untroubled
in the air once ploughed by guns
aimed
in rage at fellow man, unknown,
careless
of the blood once that flowed
as
rivers on distant foreign lands
and
seeped into their soils
unknowing
of the freedom so highly bought
by
our fathers and our mothers, gone
that
their children may grow in peace
with
the sons and daughters of other men
other
men once their foe
amazing
grace that God could give
us
men like these who many died
for
men as yet unknown to live
we
cannot glory these lost enough
our
lives forever in their debt reside
we
live, we breathe, at their loss
we
joy because they wept
As
I wrote this CFMX played “The Lark Ascending,”
a
very fitting tribute to what I have of they who fought.