“For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep
thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up on their hands,
lest thou dash thy foot against a stone”
Psalm 91:11-12.
Victory
Patti Clark Barnett ©2003
Now don’t you go a moanin’
Don’t go looking for my grave
Beneath the sands of time
There are no prison bars of clay
That old ragged tent I lived in
Is torn apart and blown away
Another warrior brother
Broke the “Surly bonds” today
Chorus:
I will touch you in the rain drops
I’ll whisper in the wind
I never thought that I would
Ever come back here again
Someone thought that I’d be needed
And I’ll do the best I can
To warn you when there’s danger
Your heart will understand
I was there to stem the red tide
And to steady trembling hands
I turned away the bullet
On it’s way to you, my friend
I was there beside my comrades
To cool the fevered brow
The cause for which we fought
Was more than worthy I see now
Chorus:
My grandfather died
In Normandy setting people free
My daddy was a veteran
He died in ‘93
Loyalty was in my blood
I guess it’s who I am
We are known as noble
nephews of our Uncle Sam
I will touch you in the raindrops
I’ll whisper in the wind
I’ll warn you when there’s danger
I’ll be there with you my friend
If they wonder who I am
How and if I died in vain?
All I recall’s a sudden flash
And Victory is my name
Now don’t you go moanin’….