A Wounded Soldier

The wounded soldier stands as those around fall.
Wondering whats the reason for battling this war so long.
Thinking would things have been different,if I had chose another way.
Standing tired beaten down,and ready to walk away.

It seems the battle has been so long:It was hard to trust anyone.
The wounded soldier looked to God and pleaded for comfort and strength.
Asking God to make him be a soldier brave and tall.
One that would give the message of comfort,be concerned and express the love within.

The soldier could feel compassion from some and knew that some did care.
But the soldier was tired of the fightening and could feel the Heavenly Fathers Tears.
The wounded soldier had trust in God in a journey long and hard.
He knew God knew the every need and if it was ask would sustain again indeed.

But as the soldier turned to those he thought loved him, Bullets peirced his body from behind.
It was more this time than he could take. His body was fading quickly in time .........
The soldier hit the ground from the last wound he had to take.....He said I feel I fought the fight the best way I could.

Now My last and final words to those who knew me well.
The time as come for me to say good-bye.....
For see those I trusted daily beat me along with the rest.

The wounded soldier turned and said,"its time I must die."

Aug. 4-2000 (c) Deb Gonser 2000