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

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