The Foxhole

THE FOXHOLE I was not on the forefront upon a battle ground, But in a little foxhole was where I would be found. It was a little bunker upon a little hill, I kept a watch there nightly, a duty to fulfill. I didn’t like it, really, but not liked it at all If I was in the forefront, responding to a call. For there fear would be greater than back behind the lines, And booby traps and snares there would be so hard to find. Well, now my life with Jesus is much like long ago, I’m only in a foxhole of service here below. I often think how thrilling my life on earth could be If I was in the forefront for many more to see. But out there in the forefront, the battle is so great And soldiers there are fighting and many meet their fate. I guess this lonely foxhole is where I should fight best, That place is greatly needed, support to give the rest. There in that lonely foxhole, my time can be in prayer While others are so active in battle way out there. And in that lonely foxhole, I can communicate With others in the battle and them appreciate. Some day that lonely foxhole I’m sure I’ll leave behind, And who knows, but in heaven, a greeting I might find? A greeting from those soldiers who fought on the front line And knew I was there praying in the foxhole far behind. Yes, in this Christian battle we all have place to be, God needs me in that foxhole against the enemy. So Lord, help me be willing to serve you with my soul Be it not in that forefront, but in a small foxhole!