Soldiers

Our fingertips are calloused from bandaging our menTheir anguish consumes us again and againThough we cry and lament, we will never be spent We see kings and queens corrupted and killedWith sorrow and prayer our soul be filledAnd in loving and serving let our blood be spilled The Lord made us all divine movers of graceWe bear His eyes, lips, and beautiful faceWhat shall hurt us God shall surely erase The enemy to our march: divert, divertBut soldiers, we are, soldiers, guarded from hurtShoulder to shoulder, we crush Lucifer in dirt For our brothers and sisters our hearts bleed as oneFor the fallen you will be liberated, one by oneFor God in Heaven, we will love, deserting none—Henry Li ’16 is a senior in Leverett House studying History and Literature & East Asian Studies.