Candlelight shadows on tent walls dance
Flickering freedom on men's hearts pants
Knees of a General so weary and worn
In prayers, blood and tears, a nation is born
Providence appears in non assuming ways
God's hand reaches down to the righteous who pray
Independence cries aloud melting the ice
of Valley Forge winter...rolling it's dice
Bleakness of times threatens promise land dreams
In need of You Lord that the eagle take wing
Private's army fights elements extreme
Earthly General kneels before his King
"Washington...My son, now is the time
to stand tall in faith...to triumph...to shine
Destiny awaits, written on tent walls
ordained long ago in heavenly halls
Walk in the steps you were meant to trace
Continue with passion to seek My Face"
Candle light shadows on tent walls dance
Flickering freedom on men's hearts pants
Jron 7/3/03
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