Garrett Westcott

Soldier Of The Cross - Poem by Garrett Westcott

The night is drawing near
There is no time to shed another tear
We must live as sons of the King
I can hear the church bells ring
Loud and clear is their peal
The war is here, the danger real
Why do we fight among ourselves
And buy the filth from the drugstore shelves?
How can we prepare for war?
While letting sin slip through the front yard door
We must try and guard our minds
And from our God our power find
A true soldier of the cross
Must never sin
Or we will suffer loss
Take up the shield
And a defense build
Make a stance
And never yield
If you live or if you die
Make God your Master
The King on high


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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