A Soldiers Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep
The weary soldier said
With a backpack for a pillow
And a ground-cloth for a bed
I dare not sleep too soundly
For fear I will not wake
If duty once more beckons
And action I must take
I pray to God my soul to keep
While I am in this place
That He will wrap me in his arms
This child of his embrace
Wipe away the fear I feel
As I face each new day
Understand my sorrow
For my brothers gone away
If I should die before I wake
I pray you will protect
Those that I have fought for
Their heartache not neglect
Please overlook their anger
They cannot understand
Why I had to go and fight
For someone else’s land
I pray the Lord my soul to take
If my time on earth is through
Forgive me my transgressions
But I did what I must do
With that the soldier closed his eyes
Then opened them again
And whispered “Thanks for listening Lord”
Til next we talk, Amen
Categories:
ground cloth, religion, warme, fear, me,
Form: Rhyme