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WHEN PRISONERS OF WAR COME HOME

WHEN PRISONERS OF WAR COME HOME

On a beautiful Palm Sunday, on a sunny April day
Seven brave American soldiers were released from out harm’s way

Families danced in celebration, shouts of praise to God on high
Happy reunions in the planning, tears of joy in every eye.

Just three weeks ago on Sunday, the enemy took them all away
With evil gloating they were brandished, like a trophy on display

But friends and family kept the faith, always praying without cease
Til in an abandoned Iraqi cabin, their faith was met with sweet release

No more dread of terrorist torture, no more fear of cruel death
No more worry o’er the future, when might come their final breath

Free at last and homeward bound, seven rescued soldiers come
And America rejoices as our POW’s head home.

Satan, too, takes Christians prisoner, accuses, tortures, fills with fear
Holds us captive  to despair, intimidates us with his sneer.

Faith in God will be our rescue, strong belief in His true Word,
Prayers of those who love us daily lifted to the Lord.

He who lives within us greater than the evil one without
He will free us, He will save us, there is no more need to doubt

Wounded, crippled, severely injured, God will heal them everyone
And all those who’ve been held prisoner will at last be safe at home.

Written by Joan Rowden Hart, 4.13.03 as news came of our brave soldiers who had been found and rescued in Iraq

Copyright 2003

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