Colin F. Jones

FOR YOU, POPPA…

God lives within the man,
Else, he is not there,
When soldiers under fire,
Are given to despair.

‘Tis in one’s self we find him
Or find him not at all,
That when we die from bullets
He does not let us fall.

Thus we pray for the other,
For we know that we are fine,
Hope God he will discover,
And pray for me and mine.