like a bridge over troubled water
(the simon and garfunkel tune croons)
when pain is all around…
i will lay me down
never enough bridges
for a hurting world
to stand in the gap
to risk all – life and limb
God bless the protectors
never in vain the sacrifice
for He sees
and holds us all…
I have been so sad about the 5 slain policeman in Dallas. I am comforted by this poem. Protectors is such a word of honor. Thanks Mona