Walking with God

It was in the year of "42" the time of the great war

I was order on patrol to help with a parimeter to control

Four of us, through the jungle we walked, of life and death, we talked

We were as close as brothers, but in the jungle, we knew there were others

The others, the foe, the enemy, their intent to not relent

In their passion to render us dead, to take our lives, Instead

Through the jungle we found our way to where the the fighting lay

The battle was long and very wrong, blow by blow we fought the foe

In the end the noise was still, no one left to have their will

I was alive, injured of body and eyes, yelling unheard cries

I rested very still, for I could not see, thinking this is the end of me

Hobbled and blind, I laid down to die, but something touched me where I lie

Suddenly lifted as with steady hand, a journey walking, I began

The walk was long and full of fright, all this without my sight

At last, as time had past, I was put down, where I heard voices around

I heard one voice say," what have we here, with death so near"

I had come some twenty miles away, with no one to say

Just how and why, blind and busted, did I make my way

And to this day, I still say, It was God who looked. to the walk ,I took

A walk with God, that day away, a walk with God to keep and stay

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