A Soldier

I wrote this back when those protesters were going to the funerals of soldiers and yelling that they were glad they had died. I titled it : A Soldier



A soldier
fights, a soldier dies ....

a family
mourns, a widow cries....

some will
praise what he bravely did....

and honor the
memory of this valiant kid....

some will say,
"oh what a shame"....

and within the
week forget his name....

some will say
its all for naught....

not thinking of
what his life bought....

some will spit
upon his grave....

and criticize
the life he gave....

but he chose
this path,not on a whim....

he fought and
died for all of them....

To those that at
funerals do protest....

saying that all
soldiers they detest....

You may curse
at those that mourn the loss....

in the name of
him upon the cross....

he that
re-attached a soldiers ear....

he did not
curse, he did not jeer....

you say you
know how he would feel....

that he would
hurt instead of heal....

I think that
only time will tell....

and surely you
will burn in hell....

for if you
think the Lord's that way....

a heavy price
you'll eternally pay....

and as that
soldier watches from above....

his aching
heart still filled with love....

then you'll
know and you will see....

that he did it
all for you and me....