The Knock at the Door

My friend wrote this in honor of her son who was killed in Iraq 2 weeks ago. I asked her if I could share it here and she gave me permission. Brad will be buried at Arlington next week.

The Knock at the Door
In honor of our precious son Sgt. Major Bradly Dean Conner
March 5, 1966 - May 8, 2007

Our son worked hard, he studied hard,
He faced what was in store.
He didn't hesitate to respond,
When opportunity knocked at his door.

Heeding the statement, "No pain, no gain,"
His mind and body were put to the test
Make no mistake, that's what it takes
When determined to do your best.

His heart for his family and country,
His life was a two-edged sword.
Unafraid to challenge evil,
Unashamed to serve the Lord.

Two somber, yet compassionate faces
The identifying uniforms they wore,
Struck anguish deep within our hearts
As the chaplains knocked at our door.

He honored the call of GOD on his life,
How can a soldier do more?
When duty called, he said, "I'll go,"
When the Saviour knocked at his door,
...And called him home.

--Kay Conner, a blessed mom.