Viet Nam Christmas 1967

As I sit and watch the fire,
I think of Vietnam.
Of another time, another place,
Where the world had gone all wrong.

Last year there was a Christmas,
With food and gifts of cheer.
In 'Nam I shared a bunker,
With Marines and fighting gear.

But Christmas there was richer
Than most that I've had since,
Cause my heart was stripped of tinsel,
And my soul of happiness.

All we had was one another,
And a War we would not win.
But there was hope for a tomorrow,
And a love for life within.

We sang songs about our Savior,
With no choir or instruments.
We lived to see another dawn,
That was our Christmas gift.

When our time of trial had ended,
And we left that shattered land;
Our souls were scared and wounded,
With a pain few understand.

But hidden in that dreadful night
Was a light that would not die.
The spark of life, the love of Christ,
A Mother and a Child.