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Fallen Soldier

Fallen Soldier

Heavenly Soldier

The soldier who died fightingΒ 
Now stood at Heavens gate
Would the Lord embrace him?
He waited for his fate

God now asked the soldier
Do you deserve a place
Here with these good people
From the human race?

The soldier thinks awhile
Then tells God his thought
No Lord I’m not perfect
But for my fellow man I fought

I carried a gun, I opened fire,
I threw a hand grenade
I didn’t want to kill him
I knelt by him and prayed

I did all this in the call of duty
Killing was not my choice
The army called me up to fight
Me, and many boys

See dear lord I am not bad
For my country I had to serve
I stood shaking, petrified
But I couldn’t lose my nerve

The Lord by now had heard enough
His judgement he had made
Come in my son walk through here
Come join the heavenly parade

So now the soldier marches on
Burdens taken from his shoulders
Happy in Heaven serving God
With other fallen soldiers

Β© Bev Haigh

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