| The Soldier |  |
| He crouches in the darkness; he knows the highs and lows...
He has to keep a careful watch wherever it is he goes...
He's mindful of his comrades; they're covering his back...
And he is looking out for them - on guard for the attack...
He's thinking of his family and friends so far away.
But he really must stay focused on the business of today.
He gives his all, despite his fears. He pushes them aside.
He's mindful that endurance is the thing that turns the tide.
He watches and he listens, and he hopes he can sustain.
He prays a prayer of soldiers - his courage to maintain.
He chose to be a soldier. He's now put to the test.
But deep within he knows that he is giving it his best.
He's called to act in time of war - all politics aside.
He's steadfast in his promise. He serves with strength and pride.
He follows in the footsteps of those who've dared to serve.
He marshals all his courage, and bravely rounds the curve.
He's seen death and destruction. He knows the price of war.
He sometimes has to question what he's really fighting for.
He searches deep within himself. He wants to understand.
He's gazing at the weapon which he holds within his hand.
He thinks of human battles, on the field and in the soul.
He knows that he must understand in order to be whole.
He's seen the deprivation of people living here.
He's gazed into the faces, marked with worry and with fear.
And this, he knows explains it all. These people are not free.
They've lived their lives in Terror's Halls, in dire uncertainty.
But here and there he sees a smile - small vestiges of hope.
And freedom then begins to grow in magnitude and scope.
For this, he can continue to face what lies ahead,
Because his acts of courage will diminish fear and dread.
He lays his head down for a rest, exhausted from his day.
He wonders what his loved ones are thinking, far away.
We keep him in our thoughts and hearts, we're praying every day
That he'll be safe in all he does - that God will mark his way.
That he will know, deep in his heart our pride for him, our love...
And that his every action will be guided from above.
He thinks of home. We think of him. We pray with hope, and then,
At light of dawn we think of him... and hope and pray again. | By Margaret Nevius
Copyright 2006
Listed 7/24/2006 |
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