A Soldier's Prayer Poem by Mary Ryan

As the sun sets in a faraway land
A young soldier sits, a picture in his hand
His thoughts on his wife and child-a young family
And he prays every night that again he'll see
'Lord, I miss them so much is all I can say
And I want so much to go home one day
My wife doesn't tell me but I know she cries many tears
And I want to be there to calm my child's fears
But, Lord, don't get me wrong as to why I'm in this place
Even though death I have to face
I'm here for those killed on that September day
That our faith and our freedom will not be taken away
I'll serve my land gladly although it may mean my life
For this is the soldier's highest sacrafice
Now keep my family safe as they face a new day
It's in Your precious name I humbly pray'
He carefully puts away the picture and lays down for the night
Longing for the day when no wars left to fight

(05/30/05)