This article is about David's prayer for the soldiers who died in Flanders Fields, France during World War 1. The poem and web links were added by the webmaster.
(We woke in the early morning and were having a little fellowship and David was singing to me: "Roses are blooming in Picardy," a love song of northern France during the First World War. But then he began weeping. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, "Those poor boys! So many buried in Flanders Fields! (Near Picardy.) They like for me to cry for them, to love them, to know somebody loves them.
"In Flanders Fields the poppies grow, between the crosses, row on row." (Weeps and cries in tongues raising his hands to the sky and down again, touching his fingers to his lips and flinging them out again in a gesture of throwing kisses.) I'm praying for all those boys that are buried there in Flanders where the poppies grow. (There is a vast soldiers' graveyard there of little white crosses and flowers stretching as far as the eye can see, thousands upon thousands!)
I pray for them, that Jesus will love and take to His bosom and forgive for their sins and have mercy on them and give them a new life, another chance, 'cause they didn't know.
They didn't know, they didn't understand. They were so bad to make all that terrible noise, to kill all those poor people, so sad. For those poor German boys, too, I prayed, and those poor French boys. They all need Jesus. They just need someone to pray for their souls to help usher them in.
O Jesus, have mercy! They've already been through their Hell! They've been through enough Hell even on the battlefield. In my visit I can remember the boys looking at me over each other's shoulders--a big crowd of them!
You know, it's like all the cheers are gone, the cheers of the throngs to the passing parade, to the soldiers as they go to war. All the glory and the glamour as they march off to war as the people throng and cheer them--all of a sudden it's hushed!--And then there they lie, silently, the biggest parade of all, and nobody cheers any more, nobody cares, nobody even remembers!
What terrible, terrible things wars are! How terrible! How awful! Cruel steel against soft flesh!--How horrible! How can flesh ever win over steel? How can anybody win? It's just awful, awful, awful!
They're all losers in a war: They lose their boys, they lose their lives, they lose their governments, countries and colonies and economies. They all lose everything. They all lose. Nobody won anything, you know?
They say they won their freedom at least, but what freedom?--Freedom to fight another war?--That's what happened!
Nobody ever wins a war.--Everybody loses:--All the dead and broken bodies, suffering and sadness and sorrow and pain and hunger and grief and the mourning! Nobody ever wins. Everybody always loses.
War is Hell!--And the poor boys!--They go through Hell!--A hell of a war that they didn't even want and had nothing to do with making, yet their dictators make them fight it like slaves, and they have to be the sufferers and losers.
God damn the politicians and bureaucrats and munitions makers and the war mongers and the people who want the wars but never have to fight them, people who want the wars to save themselves and their businesses and their jobs and their political parties, but never have to fight them themselves!
Those guys I saw still fighting wars in Hell, they must be the ones who wanted the wars here on Earth.--Next time they'll get to fight them and suffer and die--perpetually! (See "Green Door" No.262.)
War is the Devil's own weapon to slaughter and destroy man and maim and kill and cause agony and suffering. But God's love is just the opposite! love and salvation are God's weapons to create life and save life and help people to live to love and have peace and no more war.
God bless the peace makers!--"For they shall be called the children of God!" (Mat.5:9) We're peace makers who try to bring peace to men's hearts and minds and souls and bodies and countries, but we'll never have total peace till we get rid of the God-damned war makers, the evil hearts that make war!
Thank you Jesus. Praise You Lord! Help us Lord! Help us to bring peace. At least we can bring peace to their hearts while waiting for God to destroy the war makers--and He always does. They always die, and what a Hell they'll have! But one of these days He's going to get rid of them altogether, thank God, and then the whole World will have peace.--Tomorrow when the World is really free!
We'll be free from war with real peace brought by the Lord and His Kingdom forever, the Kingdom of love where we all make love, not war!--And those boys will live again! Hallelujah! In the land of flowers and sunshine and love and peace forever!
There'll be no more crosses, no more wars. There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after, tomorrow--in God's tomorrow--when the World is free of wars. Thank you Jesus! There's no more death, pain nor suffering, crying nor sorrow, but all is light and life and love and peace forever!
He says that "Nothing shall hurt nor destroy in all My holy mountain!" (Isa.11:9) Nothing shall hurt nor destroy in all God's Holy Kingdom. We'll only create and live and love and laugh and have peace ever after. Thank you Jesus! Tomorrow!--When the World is free of war forever--through Jesus, God's Love.
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