Sacred Things
The sacred tramp of soldier’s boots
Marching to defend
The freedoms and the precious truths
That will never have an end.
For principles none can alter,
That neither time nor space can rend,
They put their lives upon the altar.
Hope, mercy, justice,
For them they will not falter.
For love, loyalty, goodness,
Respect, fairness, faith
Friends, charitable redress,
They raise a freedom lay.
They look forth to celestial dawn,
For defiant courage they pray.
And though friends look on
Though a helpless tear do cry,
They possess this greatest love:
For sacred things to die.
John 15:13