Taps and the Lone Bugler
Every time I hear “taps” played, it touches me in so many ways
The lone bugler at the end of the day or a fallen soldiers grave
A call say’n rest you warrior I’m watch’n over you from above
whether the heat of battle or sacrifice you will know God’s love
Each note to give you peace, touch your heart & rest your mind
in what you do and will face as death any place and any time!
Jimmy on Memorial Day, 2012
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