Thank you, God, for my Marines, a father’s greatest prize

I remember tiny hands wrapped around my thumb so tight my little boys with brave, young hearts and eyes so full of light We’d play in fields of summer green, they’d chase a plastic ball Never dreamed they’d trade those toys for a soldier’s call But a family’s call is a different kind, a legacy so deep A promise from the generations that we’re duty-bound to keep

(Chorus) Now my boys wear the eagle, globe, and anchor so proud and true From the deserts of Iraq to the mountains of Afghanistan, too Twenty years they gave for freedom, twenty years they fought the fight Lord, thank you, Jesus, for bringing them home to me at night Oh Lord, I prayed to You each day, a father’s tear-filled plea Just to see my boys come walkin’ back, safe and sound to me