Poppies, Honor, Remembering

The little poppies bow their heads

In honor of those lost,
The lost we’ll honor through the years
For paying such a cost.
Although the poppies bloom, then pass,
They leave new seeds behind.
So those we honor leave seeds, too;
The truths we all must find.
The courage and the sacrifice
To do what must be done,
To leave behind a better world;
The job Christ had begun.
 
John 3:17
For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.