Warrior’s Prayer

Posted by Brad Osborne on September 26, 2019 · 13 Comments 

Oh, mercy lay your hands on me

A wretched soul not yet set free

Proud soldier with unbent knee

A good death is all I beg of thee

In harm’s way may I stand strong

The hero in an unsung song

Good fight fought for far too long

Cover all my earthly wrong

Please give to me what I am due

Honored like the Spartan few

Goodness breathe in me anew

The flawed man ne’er given view

Let proudly given my life pass by

To stop another’s harkened cry

To shield them from death ever nigh

For this life to sacrifice have I

Spare me the fate of languished dead

A glorious death now all but fled

Any hope of honor with my life shed

Not given those who pass in bed

Let me leave while giving all

Unafraid and standing tall

By the sword grant thee I fall

Some hope to make my life less small

A flaccid dying, naught else is worse

If that be me, then fate I curse

I fought good fight yet won no purse

Justice denied and glory dispersed

Oh, mercy lay your hands on me

A sacrifice can span eternity

Securing all that is best in me

A good death is all I beg of thee

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