Answer To A Prayer
Author: Mark Spencer
She was a lady back in old England.
I was a soldier who lived by the sword.
The call was sent out to every brave man,
Gather your arms, we are going to war.
With tears in her eyes, she bade me farewell.
I told her I'd return to her one day.
To see her once more, I'd move Heaven and Hell.
No power on Earth would keep me away.
I fought many battles in the Pope's holy war.
She lit a candle for me every night.
I campaigned with kings on far away shores.
But we couldn't equal the Saracen's might.
I prayed for the day I could hang up my sword.
And wash the stain of blood from my hands.
I looked toward Heaven and asked of the Lord,
That he bury me not neath these desert sands.
When the Crusades ended, I came home to England.
She was there waiting for my safe return.
My heart nearly stopped when she took my hand.
Joy tastes much sweeter when it has been earned.
I hung up my sword and made her my wife.
To stay by her side, I promised her there.
Together we shared a long happy life.
Thanking God everyday for answering our prayer.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Justus Isaiah Richardson (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, June 12 2003, 08:50 am|
I love happy endings!
|Mark Spencer (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, June 14 2003, 03:32 am|
There are too few happy endings in this world. Every once in a while we need one to lift our spirits.
Rev. Mark Spencer
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