When falls a man, it’s not just one
It’s a parent looks for a son apart
It’s a sister remembering a brother’s fun
A sweetheart waiting with fearful heart
The price of freedom is paid by all
All who care and risk the cost
And those who live and did not fall
It grieves the living saved and lost
We owe our thanks to those who gave
To those who stood in front of danger
Those who echo “home of the brave”
Those who helped a friend or stranger
The fallen lie in death’s embrace
They do not hear our calls of thanks
Even the saved that died in Grace
Cannot respond to grateful ranks
There’s one who died who can reply
He stood in a path of certain death
And took our place content to die
And lost that precious sinless breath
He can reply to our grateful praise
Our life redeemed by Him adored
The Blood was spilled our soul to raise
It is the Love of our Kingly Lord
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