A SOLDIER’S PRAYER
Almighty and all-present power
Short is the prayer I make to Thee
I do not ask in battle hour
For any shield to cover me.
I ask no help to smite my foe
I seek no petty victory 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 turned aside to stay
The bullets flying to my heart.
But this I pray: be at my side
When death is drawing through the sky.
Almighty God who also died,
Teach me the way that I should die.
