Everyday That I Awake Poem by Steven Taylor

everyday that I awake
In this war torn desert land
my first thought is not of this place,
but the touch of my wife's precious hand

i try so hard to concentrate
on the family that I miss
of the warmth of their final embrace
of the passion in their good-bye kiss

i know i'm on a mission that
i volunteered to fight
god's grace has got me through this day
and helped me make it through last night

as i prepare for my patrol
and the dangers of this day
i force myself down on my knees,
i fold my hands, I close my eyes,
from deep down in my soul I pray

with all my heart I ask my god
to guide each step i take
to protect and keep from harm's way
for my new-born baby daughter's sake

wiith all my being, i request
to return home in one piece
and raise my child up in a world
that's filled with harmony and peace
a world were love will never cease
devoid of guns, and politics..
and a world without UN police

everyday that I awake
in this war torn desert land
my first thought is not of this place,
but the touch of my wife's precious hand