The Soldier's Calling
Your cries I hear Oh wandering soul
though they are barely uttered
Though deepest thoughts are hardly told
your restless mind has muttered
upon my ears the silent sound
of fragile shoulders strained
made guilty, burdened, broken down
but your soul I have retained
Though many have condemned your deeds
and rejoice to see you fall
the time has come to fill all needs
and the purpose of your call
When you were tried you remained meek
Now new strength in you is grafted
Put off your load that made you weak
for my soldier you are drafted
You're called to battle for your Lord
with a heart that relinquished not the love
that bounds you to the living God
who now commands you rise above
So stand straight Soldier, fight this war
Exalt the armor that defends you
Remember whom you battle for
that if wounded you may continue
Hence if you die whilst in the field
yet fought as best you could
you'll be engraved in sword and shield
and honoured for having stood
But should you choose to walk away
from the calling that you've heard
should doubt and fear lead you astray
and things of this world preferred
then cursed soul you will agree
that you had committed treason
and prison but small penalty
for the error of your reason
Then you will be tried, cast out to death
unworthy of the calling you've received
dishonoured, shamed, an empty net
a soul in whom I'll be grieved...
Copyright © Diana Mohammed | Year Posted 2012
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