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Young boy
nearly grown
Is called
away from home
There's something
about war
Just ain't
right
Why do they
need my son
He is my only
one
On that day
a lonely Father cried
That night
the old man prays
Lord I've
served you all my days
But this valley
may be
More than
I can bear
Did you feel
the way I do?
Your Son left
home too
Knowin' that
so many wouldn't care
Soon word
arrived of
How his son
had died
With tears
the old man
Slowly bowed
his head
Lord, I taught my son
your ways
I just hope
he didn't stray
then a voice
from heaven
Gently said
Child, I do
know how you feel
My son died
upon a hill
and words
cannot
Begin to tell
the pain
I am here so you can see
Your son's
right here with Me
Because Golgotha's
hill
Was not in
vain
Yes, My Son's
precious life
Was your son's
gain
So praise
his Name!
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This song is on the album
titled: Doug Simpson and Friends ©
Featuring the Guitar Artistry of Doug
Written by Doug and Sung by
Wayne Shibley
Used With Permission
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