The Weary Warrior

WEARY WARRIOR

Born a patriot,
This man so young and bold;
He will one day test you
And you shall come forth as gold.

Taking that brave step
and raising his right hand;
he volunteered, he asked to go
to protect our sovereign land.

They ask,
‘How could you leave her,
your woman and this child?’;
protecting what you have
And loving them all the while.

Leaving home once again,
it is time for you to go.
In your eyes it is clear that
you love her,
But she already knows.

As you walk out the door,
There’s time for one last kiss.
Willing to lay it all down,
Greater love hath no man than this.

Bullets ripping past you,
your Little Bird in the air;
Held in God’s palm
Guiding you through in His infinite care.

Loving your nation
and those you do not know;
you do not look back now
for it is time to go.

And the Lord said, will go for us?
and whom shall I send?
Willing to face the unknown,
And bear wounds that will not mend.

I am always with you in spirit
For I have borne the battle with you.
I can see it in your eyes,
…a weary warrior my friend,
that is you.