Thursday, March 20, 2014

NO WOUND OR SCAR?

The Soldier stood before the Captain of the Guard
The wounded lay between the living and the dead
The battlefield was marked by stains of blood from war
Now only memories follow those still left on shore.

Their graves are marked with epitaphs on marbled stone,
And every year the tears still fall in silent groans
The Purple Heart was his, not ours to hold with pride
He is the hero in the grave who fought and died!

The Captain of the Guard then spoke in accent clear
Where did you go when bugle called to face the foe?”
The Soldier, trembling answered, that he ran away
He was afraid of fatal wounds or scars that day.

Just then there flashed across the Eastern sky, a Cross,
The scars of Battle could be seen on hands and side
The Captain bore those wounds in love for you and me
So through His death enslaved mankind could be set free.

We are the Soldiers that are called to fight the Foe
It is for each to use the Sword while here below
The question that disturbs and moves my heart by far
Is what we'll tell Him if we have no wound or scar!

--B. Pent

1 comment:

kayleen spafford said...

Papa,what a beautifully, wonderful poem. You have such a gift from the Lord. Thank you for sharing this, it was a such an encouragement!

Kayleen