I didn't join the Army
That fight in far away lands;
I didn't have to deal with
Desert Storm--the heat, the sands.
I wasn't with those who went
To the Islamic country of Iraq
To liberate an oppressed people
And help raise their freedom's flag.
I didn't receive any medals
For heroic actions on my part;
I didn't see war casualties
That rend and tear the heart.
I didn't send letters or receive
Cheerful letters from my earthly home,
But I daily read letters from my Captain
Whose country is beyond the blue dome.
I belong to the great Army of Truth,
My Captain is mighty and strong;
I fight a fierce and raging battle
Between the forces of right and wrong.
I will keep on the firing line though
Dangers are relentless; I must fight,
I must show courage and march forward
And onward to victory and light.
The tide of evil must be stemmed
Who will help to banish darkness?
Will you help my sister, my brother
To lift up Christ and His Righteousness?
Souls for the Kingdom are at stake,
I must fight and keep on the firing line;
If I do my best and persevere to the end,
The victor's immortal crown would be mine.
In this battle between right and wrong
My Captain assures me of victories
And lavishly prepares a table before me
In the presence of mine enemies.
He gives me my Armor of Truth, Breastplate
Of Righteousness, Sword of the Spirit,
Shield of Faith, Helmet of Salvation and
The Gospel of Peace He places upon my feet.
Someday evil will be vanquished and
He'll take me to my home above--
No need to read letters from home for
I'd be Home bursting with joy and love.
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004