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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! Written by Doug and Sung by Wayne Shibley |
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