Blood And Fire - Poem by Frank Pulver
Think as our Church used to stand the corner of the street,
As you could hear the band and the congregation and homeless meet.
The Corps Officer would preach and go out his way,
To help anyone wanting to go on bended knee to pray
Hearing the sounds of them say 'Why, why, why,
Did my Father Jesus have to die? '
As the tears were dried up by the end of the night,
And do to this is why everyone could now see the Light.
Thinking of this is why The Salvation Army is my desire,
And this is why I love the Blood and the Fire.
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By Frank Pulver
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