Rest From My Labors

Rest From My Labors by Lanier Thomas I’ve been acquainted with war and violence And escaped, me thought, to a land of silence. But war followed me and gave me no rest, hence I must meet, face to face, war’s dread countenance. I will have no peace till my foes lie in death; No rest, till mine enemy spends his last breath. I bid my love goodbye and shoulder my pack; Pick up my gun, knowing not if I’ll be back. I’ll love you beyond the valley of my death; I will wait for you where love ever liveth. But God will judge the right of what I have done, And I’ll dwell in the eternal land I’ve won.