Soldier Of God

On the road where the bold have trod,
Splurge on men the gift of God,
That they not leave you as they were,
Since they had met His angel there.

But when that road turns toward the sky,
A rugged mountain rising high,
Take heart my brother, and don’t despair;
His eye is on your every hair.

And when the nights turn long and cold,
Then to the promises you must hold.
The day will break; the sun will shine.
Again the Life flows from the Vine.

But one day that long road will end.
And there you’ll spy your dearest Friend.
Full of Truth and full of Grace,
You shall see Him face to face.

- J. Pecoraro