Editor, Gazette-Journal:

The following poem I’m submitting for Memorial Day in honor of one of the greatest defenders of freedom I have ever heard of. The streets are turning into, if not already, a war zone. He certainly deserves a medal.

Greater Love Hath No Little Boy

(Ode to Martin Cobb)

The World is a war zone in every street and home,

The fight is over possession, what we wish and think we own.

But we do not own anything; for a time it’s in our care,

For God does give and can take it away to see just how we’ll share.

You cannot take it with you, neither money, nor your flesh,

And only when we give it away can a thing unto us bless.

The whole world is a battlefield and sin’s Satan’s weapon of choice,

We’re fighting against God Himself when we heed the devil’s voice.

But God’s Kingdom wields no weapon, just a banner that’s unfurled,

The flag of His Love raised and it will one day rule the world.

Self-denial, absenc...