To God be the glory

The Price They Paid For Freedom


Now when I was young and foolish son

An old man said to me

Son, you are a lucky lad

To live a life that's free

Then he spoke to me of Flanders Fields

Where young men, such as I

Did pay the price for freedom

For those like you and I


He spoke to me with sadness

Of comrades he had known

Who fought and died for liberty

For their country and their home

And when the war was over

The battle had been won

But the price we paid for freedom

Was a bloody price my son


I can hear the sound of gunfire

From the trenches everyday

I can see my comrades dying

As we charge into the fray

I can feel the fear inside me

As I face my bitter foe

It's a fear my son

I pray, you'll never know


Now the war to end all wars they said

Has long since come and gone

But somewhere in this world today

The battle rages on

Fueled by greed for power

That all evil hearts desire

They cause their children

To pass through the fire


Now for countless generations

We have fought in wars and died

Believing as we marched to hell

That right was on our side

What will it take, for us to see

The error of our ways

As we remember

Those who died today


Now the battle is still raging

In the middle east today

As we fight the war on terror

From the good ole USA

In Syria and Russia

And in North Korea too

It breaks my heart

To see what war can do


So what is the solution

To this senseless war for greed

Is it money, or more power

Or more weapons that we need

Or do we need forgiveness

For the wrongs that we have done

To others, who are not like us my son


Now it's written in the Bible

That the final war will come

On the plains of Armageddon

This battle will be won

Not by politicians

Who the devil now commands

But by soldiers in the army

Of the Lamb


I can hear the sound of gunfire

From the trenches everyday

I can see my comrades dying

As we charge into the fray

I can feel the fear inside me

As I face my bitter foe

It's a fear my son

I pray, you'll never know


It's a fear my son

I pray, you'll never know


Written by Bruce Moss

To God be the glory