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… .