Battle-Scarred Veterans

The old"yeller" cat, perched on the step, So battle-scarred and worn; He relished the warmth of the sun on his bones, On that sweet,spring morn. One ear was permanently bent over, And the other--well, that was half gone. These were long-healed reminders Of ancient skirmishes this brave warrior had won. He walked very slowly--almost a limp. That long yellow tail was forever bent. His appearance was one of ferociousness And he turned heads wherever he went. The tom was respected in"cat-dom", Because of the enemies he had faced. His scars were his pride and his glory, Having put every foe in his place! As Christians, we should always recall That our Saviour still bears His Scars too! Tho' they were inflicted by men long ago 'Twas in a spiritual battle for you. And while we remain on this terrestrial ball, There are personal battles we'll face. Until Jesus calls each of His valiant warriors To their eternal resting place! Charlie Pelota HSLP April 3 2005