To write to someone in the Service each day;
To put all my gripings and groanings away.

To shell out the coupons in wholehearted glee
(Each coupon a thread in the Peace tapestry).
To move to the battle-front each night and day.
To use my best weapons - and then kneel and pray.
To exercise faith, and make it grow strong -
To carry a faltering comrade along.
To help heal the heartbreaks. For unfathomed joy
Adopt and restore at least one wounded boy.
To remember, though tyrants have their little day,
That Jesus, the crucified Christ, lives always.

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