PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

      Y shoulders ache beneath my pack
      (Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).
       
      I march with feet that burn and smart
      (Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).
       
      Men shout at me who may not speak
      (They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek).
       
      I may not lift a hand to clear
      My eyes of salty drops that sear.
       
      (Then shall my fickle soul forget
      Thy agony of Bloody Sweat?)
       
      My rifle hand is stiff and numb
      (From Thy pierced palm red rivers come).
       
      Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me
      Than all the hosts of land and sea.
       
      So let me render back again
      This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.

"Prayer of a Soldier in France" was originally published in Joyce Kilmer. Ed. Robert Cortes Holliday. New York: Kennikat Press, 1918.

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