Thursday, September 09, 2010

“Prayer of a Soldier in France”

My shoulders ache beneath my pack, (Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).

I march with feet that burn and smart, (Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).

My rifle hand is stiff and numb, (From Thy pierced palm red rivers come).

Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me, Than all the hosts of land and sea.

So let me render back again, This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.

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