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