A Soldier's Prayer

A Soldier's
Prayer

The following verse was written on the back of a cigarette carton by a soldier shortly before he was killed on the field of battle in World War I, and found by a stretcher-bearer.

Look, God, I have never spoken to You,
But now I want to say, “How do You do?”
You see, God, they told me You didn't exist,
And like a fool, I believed all this.

Last night from a shellhole I saw Your sky.
I realized right then they'd told me a lie.
Had I taken the time to see things You've made,
I'd have known they weren't calling a spade a spade.

I wonder, God, if You'd shake my hand?
Somehow I feel You would understand.
Funny I had to come to this hellish place
Before I had time to see Your face.

I suppose there isn't much more to say.
But I'm glad, God, I met You today.
I guess “Zero Hour” will soon be here.
But I'm not afraid, since I know You are near.

The signal: Well, God, I'll have to go.
I like You a lot, and I want You to know.
Look now, this will be a horrible fight.
Who knows? I may come to Your home tonight.

Though I wasn't friendly to You before,
I wonder, God, if You'll wait at Your door?
It's not a matter of worry or tears;
I just wish I had known You all these years.

Well, I have to go now, God. Goodbye.
Strange—since I met You, I'm not afraid to die.

Faith is to know that God loves you and cares for you and is going to take care of you no matter what happens.
—David Brandt Berg

I don't know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from its sunshine,
For its skies may turn to gray.
Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand,
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand!
—Ira Stanphill

Trust in the night brings triumph at dawn.

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