Posted January 26, 2005

January 26, 2005 Categories: Music | 2 Comments  

I heard the song Letters From War by Mark Schultz today. I can’t hear this song without crying and thinking of my friend Terry whose son is stationed in Iraq. We’ve cried and prayed together so many times. She’s afraid for his safety and for the things he’s seen. Worried about how he and his wife will fit back together after he returns in March. And also scared because there’s no guarantee he won’t be going back again. But through all of our conversations, she says, “I know God is faithful, even if He doesn’t keep Will safe. I can’t think that just because I’m praying, everything will turn out the way I want it to. There have been many men killed and I’m sure many of their parents were praying, too. I have to know that my hope lies in God, not in the outcome that I want.” That is faith. Her faith is being refined by fire in a way many people will never know. I pray if the time comes that I am tested that way, that my faith will come through strong and unwavering.

Letters From War

She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summer’s day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away
He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he’d made
Said I’ve been thinking ’bout Dad
And the life that he had
That’s why I’m here today
And then at the end he said
You are what I’m fighting for
It was the first of his letters from war

She started writing you’re good
And you’re brave
What a father that you’ll be someday
Make it home make it safe
She wrote ev’ry night as she prayed

And late in December
A day she’ll not forget
Oh her tears stained the paper
With ev’ry word that she read
It said I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding
That’s when I saw him
He came back for me
And though he was captured
A man set me free
And that man was your son
He asked me to write to you
I told him I would oh I swore
It was the last of the letters from war
And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing
And wrote ev’ry night just to say

You are good
And you’re brave
What a father that you’ll be someday
Make it home make it safe
Still she kept writing each day

And then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand
He said Mom I’m following orders
From all of your letters
And I’ve come home again
He ran in to hold her
And dropped all his bags on the floor
Holding all of her letters from war

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

By Cindy Morgan and Mark Schultz
© 2003 Word Music, Inc.



  1. Karen

    Thanks for sharing those words… I’ve heard the song many times, but my hearing isn’t the best and I don’t always understand what singers are saying in their songs.

    Found you in the comments at GollyBlogHowdy…

  2. Carrie

    Thanks for visiting!