A Soldiers Prayer


Look God ...
I have never spoken to You,
But now I want to say,
"How do you do!"

You see God,
They told me you did not exist,
And ... like a fool,
I believed all of 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 the things you made,
I would know they weren't calling
A spade a spade.


I wonder, God ...
If You'd shake my hand;
Somehow I feel,
That you will understand.

Funny, I had to come
To this hellish place,
Before I had the time
To see your face.


Well, I guess there isn't
Much more to say;
But I'm sure glad, God,
I met you today.

I guess the "zero hour"
Will soon be here,
But I am not afraid
Since I know "You" are near.


The signal! ... Well, God,
I'll 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
With you before,
I wonder, God,
If you'd wait at Your door?

Look ... I'm crying!
Me!  Shedding tears!
I wish I'd known You
These many years.


Well, I will have to go now, God ...
Strange!  since I met you,
I'm not afraid to die.

~ Miss Francis Angermeyer ~

This poem was written in 1943 during WWII.  Millions of copies were printed and many were sent to servicemen overseas.  Many copies were found in the pockets or clutched in the hands of dead and wounded on the battlefield.

Many thanks to Bob Elliot for sending me the original copy his father was carrying with him in WWII.  It is truly a treasure.

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