The bullets whizzed by as the war raged on.
My training was put to the test.
I saw my friends fall. My mind became numb.
Then a sudden pain filled my chest.
My world turned gray and all sounds grew faint.
Life’s end would leave so much undone.
As I slipped into darkness the last thought I had
was I wish I could just hold my son.
I was jarred awake as man carried me.
We reached the top of a hill.
He set me down gently and squeezed my hand.
Then all of the sudden grew still.
My sob burst free when I saw he’d been hit.
The injustice filled me with grief.
This man who’d saved me had just been killed,
and I stared in pained disbelief.
Now several months later it’s Easter. I’m home.
I realize the gift of God’s son.
He knew he would die to save all of our lives
and a new life for me has begun.
I freely accept this precious gift
by no earning or deed is it gained.
But by the way that I live, may he realize my love
and know he did not die in vain.