Soldier For God
David Enyedy
He’s born, crying, to a fam’ly in Maine,
Ensconced by the dark wood he would soon tame.
Raised up rugged, living off the woodland,
Raised with Lord God and a gun in his hand.
Daddy taught him that the Good Lord made all,
Brother taught him to make the musket balls,
Mama taught him to treat a good girl right,
And sister taught him how to win a fight.
‘Fore he knows it, he starts to hear the call,
To fight, and he knows he’s prepared to fall.
Stephan Richard was writ on the black line,
“The best army since those that crossed the Rhine.”
Men cry all around him for their mothers,
Not just his friends, but so many others.
Reaching under his shirt for his gold cross,
With his left hand, he gives a bomb a toss.
Returns to Maine with God, and very soon,
He finds true love, and a romance will bloom.
Lizzie’s the good girl Mama taught him ‘bout
Love unconditional, they never shout.
As he grows frail, Richard teaches of God,
His sermons are so great they leave folks awed.
When he dies a small phrase would have sufficed.
Richard “A faithful minister of Christ.”