The Unsung Soldier

 This poem was written as a tribute to Joel's parents, for the years they spent praying for their children.


The Unsung Soldier (Based on Eph. 6:13-18)

 

Soldiers are known by the uniforms they wear

Battles they fought by the scars that they bear

Their courage and valor by the medals on their chests

Their bravery and sacrifice praised by those they protect

 

The foe that was slain laid to rest in a grave

In death they are honored for the life they gave

Centuries of conflicts evident for all to see

The blood that they shed written down in our history

 

But there exists in this world a soldier unknown by most

Camouflaged in humility with no desire to boast

Battle after battle faithfully they fight

Alone on their knees in the still silence of the night

 

Their tears never seen, cries of pain never heard

Their victories unknown, they bear it all without a word

With a smile on their lips and kind word on their tongue

Hidden scars carried with pride, they are the unsung

 

~ by Joel Purkerson

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