A Soldier

A Poem about a prayer I said when I was in Iraq

 

A Soldier’s Prayer

 

 

Praises to you oh Lord

For to you I lift my eyes

I ask you now a simple prayer

 That it might be found favorable in your eyes

 

I ask now not for glory and riches

Not medals or awards

 

But should it be your will that on the morrow I must die

That I die well and leave this world with no act of cowardice in mind

 

Let my body be brought home for friends and loved ones to gather round

And let my mother and sister feel no hatred of you

For to you I am bound

 

When others think of me let my life reflect

That I died a good honest man who faced with courage his own death

 

And when my mother and sister think of you

Keep from their hearts any hatred or grudge

 

Let my death bring them closer to you

That in their hearts you might find their love

 

And to you oh Lord I ask just one more thing

Let them be reunited with me in the skies above

 

For to you I lift my praises oh lord

And to you I lift my eyes

As your humble servant lies down to sleep

I ask that you bring him thoughts of home and desert skies

 

Reviews

[Marie]

Great poem, friend. Chilling.

[The Musings of Mary H.]

This poem gave me goosebumps! I almost cried... I really think this poem is top quality and am delighted to have read it!

mary