Rest From My Labors
Rest From My Labors
by Lanier Thomas
I’ve been acquainted with war and violence
And escaped, me thought, to a land of silence.
But war followed me and gave me no rest, hence
I must meet, face to face, war’s dread countenance.
I will have no peace till my foes lie in death;
No rest, till mine enemy spends his last breath.
I bid my love goodbye and shoulder my pack;
Pick up my gun, knowing not if I’ll be back.
I’ll love you beyond the valley of my death;
I will wait for you where love ever liveth.
But God will judge the right of what I have done,
And I’ll dwell in the eternal land I’ve won.
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