The Soldiers Prayer In Battle

Almighty and all present power

Short is the prayer I make to thee
I do not ask in battle hour
For any shields to cover me

I ask not for help to smite my foe
I seek no petty victories here
The enemy I hate I know,
To thee dear lord are also dear

The vast unalterable way
From which the stars do not depart
Shall not be pulled aside to stray
The bullets flying to my heart

But this I ask, be by my side
When death is drawing through the sky
Almighty god who also died
Teach me the way that I should die…

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