A Soldier’s Sacrifice
Jesus’ voice I heard today.
I heard him croak with dying throat
of why he’d fought this final fray,
though victory did not make him gloat.
Humble stayed he till his death,
a hero with a servant’s heart.
He trusted God with dying breath;
he’d known his purpose from the start.
I heard this voice not from a book,
not from a hymn or Gospel song,
not nigh or near a pulpit’s nook
and not in nature’s praises strong.
I heard it as I knelt and wept,
for in my arms I held him trembling,
and from his face his blood I swept—
this soldier nigh to death’s assembling.
“Let them know,” with final breath
he said, “that I love them,
that for freedom I have welcomed death—
and now I go to be with Him.”