Is God On Your Side?
by -Larry
June 1966
My name it means nothing
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the southwest
I was born and brought up there
The laws to abide
For the country I came from
Has God on it's side
The history books tell it
They tell it so well
The Cavalry charged
And the Indians fell
The Calvary charged
And the Indians died
But our country was young then
And had God on its side.
The Spanish-American War
Had it's day
The Civil War too
Was soon laid away
The heroes names
I was taught and memorized
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First Word War
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to except it
And except it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God is on your side
The Second Word War
It came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And called them our friends
Though they killed three million
In ovens they fried
The Germans now too have
God on there side
I learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
I thought if another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And except it all bravely
With God on our side
Now we have weapons
Of chemical and dust
If fire them we have to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
We shoot the world wide
And you ask no questions
With God on your side
For many long hours
I have thought about this
If Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss
Please answer the question
It is up to you to decide
If Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side
The thoughts fill my head
I can't hold any more
They fall from my shoulder
And fall to the floor
For this I believe
That if God is on our side
He will stop the next war
Recall
by Phil Antonsen
World War II Veteran
Click on author's name to visit his memorial site
When that last recall has echoed;
Crossed a far and distant shore.
When we turn our faces homeward;
From wars hell-ridden door.
Then we'll turn our faces upward;
And kneel in deepest prayer.
Asking God to grant them favor;
The ones we're leaving there.
Oh, God! Please let them serve you;
On heavens star-lit shore.
Please let our buddies enter;
Through your kingdom's only door.
Though their footsteps sometimes wandered;
From that straight and narrow trail.
Their march was never halted;
When the bullets fell like hail.
Though at church you seldom saw them;
And their prayers were said the least.
They returned the life you gave them;
To preserve a lasting peace.
That the churches and cathedrals;
Might pay homage unto thee.
They gave up their life in battle;
That to worship might be free.
As commander of the heavens,
Please listen to this prayer.
And try to grant this favor;
For the ones we're leaving there.
