(Written upon the return of POWs from
America, lift high your many churches
And raise again the song of mighty God!
Our citizens are back in their own
Their steps are found upon their native
Through all the technical negotiations,
Our due respect and praise we give these
But we know, without the prayer of all
Their safe release would've never ever
Someday, we'll learn. Oh, help us, God,
That not one breath we draw against Thy
Nations rise and fall, at Thy direction,
And leaders come with Your permission
Let us learn, again, the art of fasting
And praying for our leaders every day.
Let this nation that is known as
Be quick to say that God restored today.
For though all men may claim the glorious
Still, in our heart we know it was our
For, it was not lifeless bodies they
returned to us.
It was the living images of God!
America, lift high your many churches!
Peal out the bells and raise your flag up
God brought you forth and laid to you a
America, with God, will never die!
Joan Clifton Costner
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