“A Soldier, His Prayer”

Stay with me God. The night is dark.
the night is cold; my little spark
of Courage dies. The night is long;
Be with me God and make me strong.

I love a game; I love a fight.
I hate the dark; I love the light.
I love my child; I love my wife.
I am no coward. I love life.

Life with its changes of mood and shade
I want to live. I am not afraid
But me and mine are hard to part.
Oh! Unknown God, lift up my heart.

You stilled the waters at Dunkirk
And saved your servants. All your work
Is wonderful, Dear God. You strode
Before us down that dreadful road.

We were alone and hope had fled.
We love our country and our dead
And we could not shame them; so we stayed
The course, and were not afraid.

Dear God; that nightmare road, then
That sea; we got there-we were men
My eyes were blind, my feet were torn,
My soul sang like a bird at dawn.

I know that death is but a door.
I know what we are fighting for.
Peace for our kids our brothers freed,
A kinder world, a loving creed.

I but the son my Mother bore.
A simple man and nothing more.
But-God of strength and gentleness
Be pleased and nothing less.

Help me God, when death is near
To mock the haggard face of fear.
That when I fall, if fall I must,
My soul may triumph in the dust.

Chaplain Oran Zaebst

1940

102nd Cavalry Regiment

“Essex Troup”

This was read at a funeral a friend of mine went to a few weeks ago by a fellow Serviceman at the deceased’s request.

Three uniformed soldiers folding our flag. Taps. Not a dry eye in the Church.

He was so moved, he requested a copy from the Gentleman. It’s available for download on scribd with handwritten notes below.

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A Soldier, His Prayer