A Young Soldier’s Vision...No Defeat
All day long and into the waning night,
the young soldier became weary of the fight.
Still the enemies attacked, as though hungry hounds.
There was smoke and fires and dying all around.
Many of his buddies had now gone down;
they were steadily, steadily losing ground.
Out of men, out of ammo, not to mention hope
Out of everything, Lord, but prayer,
..........................That was no joke.
The young soldier prayed as never before:
”Jesus, help us out of this place, so poor.
I don’t want to die at just nineteen,
but I see no other end to this scene.”
The young soldier thought that he did see,
through the smoke and enemy fire,
the form of another soldier begin to transpire.
He watched this soldier come across the battlefield.
In the midst of fierce fighting, this man did not yield
He still could not see the soldiers face,
but then, like lightning, then, he knew.
This was his answer of faith, so true
”Welcome, Lord Jesus,” he quickly said,
”I have been praying for help from You.”
This ‘soldier like' Jesus of the battlefield,
walked straight to him and did not yield,
as in a hail of fire, the soldier did go down.
He lay wounded, bleeding on the ground.
The soldier was afraid to open his eyes,
lest the newfound Friend be gone
and he would again find himself alone.
He heard these words, whispered,
...........................like promises anew,
”Be not afraid, for I will go home with you,
and you know in your heart, it is true,
for if it may be, that your soul has been set free,
then, My friend, I will take you home with Me.”
©Faye Sizemore 6/10/03
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