Lisa I. Hilbers
FROM BABE TO FREEDOM FIGHTER
Lord, I remember the first time,
I held him in my arms so proud.
I looked in his tiny blue eyes,
And to you Lord, I then spoke aloud.
Lord, I thank you kindly for this gift of life,
This babe of great spirit and health.
Please give me insight to enrich his heart,
Beyond boundaries of greed and wealth.
And from that day Lord, I took this child,
And molded him into a man.
I couldn’t have been more proud, as he stepped aboard that ship,
Willingly and wholeheartedly to take a stand.
But as I stood there upon that pier,
And watched that ship sail from my sights,
I knew the cargo aboard was precious,
It was that babe I once held so tight.
Then his words to me came back so clear,
Mom, a Fighter of Freedom I’ve chose to be,
He said it proud, he said it strong,
He said it with American dignity.
So today Lord again I call your name,
And I speak with a Mother’s voice.
Please watch over that babe, now Freedom Fighter,
As he fulfills his life’s choice.
Beyond the horizons of the setting sun,
And behind the tears of a Mother’s pain.
Each one will fight for Old Glory proud,
So our Freedom will forever remain.
©Copyright January 22, 2003 by Lisa I. Hilbers