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Boots On Foreign Soil

Not a war-glory song — a veteran’s prayer: Lord, hold me on foreign soil… and also when I come home with a mind that still stays there.

A mother’s love is God’s comfort in a human voice — and even when she’s gone, her warm silence still speaks in our lives.

When the world measures you and presses you until you feel like breaking, hold on — God is near, and your story isn’t finished.

When the world screams “doom,” I choose to look up — this is His day, and His peace is louder than the noise.

Give us today our daily bread — and tomorrow I place in Your hand.

Stone by stone God builds His peace — a declaration of victory: we pray for Jerusalem, and we live shalom from our homes outward to the world.

When fear gets loud and the road feels lonely, Psalm 121 still speaks: your Keeper never sleeps.

Switch the noise off… and come as you are — God’s rest isn’t a prize, it’s a gift.

Before you speak as if you know, walk a mile in my shoes — and choose words that heal, not stories that harm.

For every mother’s hands that never rest: God sees the small things — and He watches over your home, day and night.