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|Prayer of a Soldier in France|
My shoulders ache beneath my pack|
(Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).
I march with feet that burn and smart|
(Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).
Men shout at me who may not speak|
(They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek).
I may not lift a hand to clear|
My eyes of salty drops that sear.
(Then shall my fickle soul forget|
Thy Agony of Bloody Sweat?)
My rifle hand is stiff and numb|
(From Thy pierced palm red rivers come).
Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me|
Than all the hosts of land and sea.
So let me render back again|
This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.
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