November 10, 2014

“Greater love has no one than this,

that someone lay down his life for his friends.”

What kind of love, then, is this

that one would lay down his life

for a stranger

for one unknown,

for one as yet unborn

What men these men, these gloried men,

must have been, must always be

to put their lives at risk

even to lay down their lives

that other lives could live

How endless my gratitude

must be, must always be

as one for whom these men bled

by their sacrifice I live

These men, these gloried  men

My great gift of God