I Wrote a Poem When My Father Passed Away.

Awaken Brave Soldier

Awaken Brave Soldier, for you have survived the long night.
You have borne the battle, you have fought the good fight.

The Commander has ordered as day breaks for the bugler to play,
It is a call to assemble He has given as the instruction of the day.

On a table shiny medals lay which are inscribed with your name.
Forever all will speak of how you have won your great fame.

Lay down your Sword of Truth, which long has served you well.
No longer is it needed, your battles are over at the gates of Hell.

In every campaign you have prevailed and protected what is at stake.
All those you love are safe, and others stand ready your watch to take.

The crowds are arriving, eager one last time to honor you today.
The Voice of all Authority in Heaven and Earth will formally tribute pay.

His word will thunder, "Well done thou good and faithful servant,"
As she whom you love most stands sweetly proud and reverent.

The faces of the young warriors you have been faithfully training,
Will focus on every word, trembling with their ears straining.

In their youth they long for just one more clear and defining instruction.
The Commander will new Sergeants assign to keep them from destruction.

The promotion will be read, and your new assignment made officially known.
The band will play and now the Capitol City will be your station and home.

There your watch and diligent attention to honor, love, and duty will carry on.
One by one, because of your stand, others will know their own great dawn.

Awaken brave Soldier, for you have survived the long night.
You have borne the battle, you have fought the good fight.

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