Prayer Warrior Poem by Saint Eule

He was a foot soldier, a spotter for the tank.
A road side bomb went unnoticed by the flank.
He never hesitated to put his rifle to the test.
His legs were soon gone even though he did his best.

Some say he had fallen but actually he had risen.
He would not let the wheel chair become a warriors prison.
As he was once a soldier ready with the gun,
He now wielded a sword of prayer for everyone.

He prayed for the wounded, the galant and the brave.
He prayed for the children of the nation he did save.
He had become the man God wanted him to be.
A mighty Prayer Warrior that was his victory.

He had lost his legs, his faith did not faint.
He had not fallen, but he had risen to a saint.
When his deeds are counted and this life is oer.
He will be remembered as the mighty Prayer Warrior.