A Warrior's Prayer

Lord, make me a true warrior in thy army,

May my sword never rust, my soul always clean,

My halberk always shining, my shield ever gleam

On the forced march when my legs scream in pain

I will open my mouth and praise thy Holy Name

During famine when my stomach groans in hunger

I will remember thee Calvary and fight with renewed vigor

My mouth always praising thee

My arm always defending thee

My eyes never leaving thee

And my stroke sweeping strongly

Whether it be Jewish yamaca or Muslim turban,

Protestant bible or Masonic vermin

I shall always stand for thee and my Queen

And never leave thy standard captured, but always free