A Soldier's Prayer

This poem was found on the body of a young soldier
after he was killed in action during World War I


Look, God, I have never spoken to you before,
But now I want to say: "How do you do?"
You see God, they told me you didn’t exist,
And, like a fool, I believed all this.

Last night from a shell hole I saw your sky,
I figured right then they had told me a lie,
Had I taken the time to see things you made,
I’d have known they weren’t calling a spade a spade,

I wonder, God, if you’d shake my hand,
Somehow I feel that you’d understand.
Funny I had to come to this hellish place,
Before I had time to see your face.
Well, I guess there isn’t much more to say,

But I am sure, God, I met you today.
I guess the zero hour will soon be here.
The signal! Well, God, I have to go,
I like you lots, this I want you to know.

Look now, this will be a horrible fight,
Who knows, I may come to your house tonight.
Though I wasn’t friendly to you before,
I wonder, God, if you’d wait at your door?

Look, I’m crying! Me. Shedding tears!
I wish I had known you these many years.
Well! I have to go now, God, goodbye.
Since I met you, I’m not afraid to die


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