A Soldier At My Post

A Soldier At My Post

I am a soldier called to my post

Bludgeoned by the fatal blows of the enemy

Pressed and wounded on all sides

Yet I would not quit my post

I will stay, I will abide

‘twas the great apostle who said that we are not

Ignorant of the devices of the enemy

Even we have an idea, he a master strategist and foe

Bids us quit our post, drop our weapons and flee

He surrounds us on all sides, he presses

For he a novice is not, he is a master at his craft

Experienced and well capped, a veteran of no mean repute

He seeks our surrender, he wills our retreat

But for us we have sworn, there is no retreat no surrender

We have sworn to the oath, we have answered to the commander’s beagle

We have chosen our course well, we shall not quit, no, not , never, no-how!

Sons of the Immortal Spirit, we shall never quit, we shall not play the coward

We answered to royal summons and took holy orders

And there is no looking back, we have broken the bridge

Success or not, fame, glory or shame we have died to these

For us the road is not two, front or back nay our road is only forward

Forward! That’s the order I hear from my own commander

His wish is my command, and his command is my duty

Forward then let us march to life or death what is that

We will fight to the death, to the last man

Till the last ounce of our blood is shed

We seek for no trophies, we have despised the shame

To the last man and to the death

For our captain, commander and King

MARANATHA!

I dedicate this to the good Shepherd who first gave his life for his flock