By Debra L
January 4, 2004
Dedicated to: my God, my country, my husband, and my son.

Innocence and Purity is a baby’s place.
Oblivious to all but love and grace,
As growth depicts its pace,
Insecurities and fear lurk above in space.

Watching, Wondering, and Searching…
Who am I? What will I be?
I see my world growing!
What can I do? Who will help me?

Periodically, I look back to that innocent child
A sweet memory, like a dream,
Deep in my mind, I keep it filed.
When life gets tough, it’s my reflection in a stream.

God as our leader, this nation, we defend.
Learning in His spirit, through faith, love, and prayer, to see.
Success as God sees, is the life to which we bend
The influence of our hearts and dreams is He.
 
Traveling the country, our world grows again.
Knowing new people, places, things, food, and friends.
This new place, with our first born, we begin.
Suddenly, and unexpected test, terror sends.

Our world stops… for all we respect.
Trade towers destroyed… they see us as vain.
United in devastation, is what “they” expect.
NO! With God, we tower for freedom, quenching terror’s gain.

We all see our reflections in that stream.
Our nation, under God, WE WILL DEFEND!
Innocents, purity, love, and grace… our dream.
Hand in hand, in unison, prayers we send.

God is my leader. God is my father.
I am a mother, wife to a soldier.
In our dreams and prayers, always together.
As this world grows darker…colder.

Innocents and purity is a baby’s place.
Oblivious to all but love and grace
As growth depicts its pace,
Insecurities and fear lurk above in space.

Our babies, who are seen as helpless, naive…
 Could it be…that they know God’s, true key to piece?
God their father, through love and grace they faithfully believe.
Except for these, one day, this world will cease.