A Soldiers Story
I was born a pauper
In the early Roman days
When Ceasar was the ruler
Of the soldiers and the slaves
We lived within the outskirts
Of the city life domain
Feeding from the lamb
And the produce of our grain
I grew to be an athlete
True of heart and strength of steel
I joined my nations army
To defend our rulers will
They sent me off to Bethlehem
To take the sensus toll
I counted every head that came
And wrote it in the scroll
A shepherd and his wife came by
Joseph was his name
He said his wife was Mary
And they need a place to stay
I took their names and wrote them down
Then pointed to the town
I said, "I make no gaurantee
I only serve the crown"
So there they went upon their way
On that December night
I finished up below the glow
Of something shining bright
A brilliant star up in the sky
Above the nearest town
I had a room there at the inn
Where I would soon bed down
That night as I was there asleep
My eyes were torn awake
I felt as though I'd met a king
That we would soon forsake
I grabbed my robe and took my sword
And made my way outside
Something told me He was here
A will I must abide
I saw a stable all aglow
Where wise men stood around
As well as shepherds and their flock
And others from the town
I pushed my way past local priests
And other sordid lives
I had to see what caused the glee
Of everyone inside
But there was just a manger
With an infant in its bed
Swaddled in a tiny cloth
As mamma held his head
I looked upon the moment
And I heard the angels sing
Glory hallelujah
Praise the birth of our new King
Rockman
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2011
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