weary soldier

Weary, weary soldier
the sand blasts in his face.
Weary, weary soldier
why is he in this place?

Gazing out o’er desert sands:
the endless silent plains--
The barren realm envelops him
his tired spirit wanes.

Weary, weary soldier
you cannot see it all.
Weary, weary soldier
marching to a higher call.

This open land is filled with troops
that earthly eyes don’t see--
And when the battle rages
they’ll make a way for thee.

Weary, weary soldier
take heart within your soul.
Weary, weary soldier
the master’s in control.

Deb Borkert ‘90