A SOLDIER’S CHURCH

By Clayton Howard Compher

We war weary soldiers are seeking.

A place to worship our dear Saviour.

Upon the hill there stands a church.

So this brought an end to our search.

Although the walls and ceiling are all that’s standing.

It still was evident that was the Lord’s building.

In the distance we can hear our guns pounding.

The right to worship they are sounding.

We are just a few miles back to rest.

Soon again well be our turn to go and do our best.

So thankful we are to have stored in our hearts.

Encouragement from our Lord before the action starts.

To use this bomb torn church we are willing.

But remember it’s just an earthly building.

It is early on this Sabbath morning.

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