Soldiers Of The Field Poem by Tom Zart

Our soldiers of the field are measured by heaven
As they defend and protect all we treasure and love.
In every country on Earth there are many who hate
Freedom to love, live, work, speak and serve God above.

All our Earthly possessions can become like autumn
Sooner or later the leaves must wither and fall.
Our soldiers gamble life, limb and their sanity
As they commit to duty, faith, God and countries call.

Every night before sleep as you envision and remember
Be sure to say thank you for those in harm’s way.
Everything we become, trust, believe and stand for
Depends on God’s soldiers and for what we pray.