A Soldier's Prayer

This poem was found on the body of a young soldier after he was killed in action during World War I

Look, God, I have never spoken to you before,

But now I want to say: “How do you do?”

You see God, they told me you didn't exist,

And, like a fool, I believed all this.

Last night from a shell hole I saw your sky,

I figured right then they had told me a lie,

Had I taken the time to see things you made,

I'd have known they weren't calling a spade a spade.

I wonder, God, if you’d shake my hand,

Somehow I feel that you'd understand,

Funny I had to come to this hellish place,

Before I had time to see your face.

Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,

But I am sure, God, I met you today,

I guess the ‘zero-hour’ will soon be here,

But I'm not afraid since I know you're here.

The signal! Well, God, I have to go,

I like you lots, this I want you to know,

Look now, this will be a horrible fight,

Who knows, I may come to your house tonight.

Though I wasn't friendly to you before,

I wonder, God, if you'd wait at your door?

Look, I'm crying! Me. Shedding tears!

I wish I had known you these many years.

Well! I have to go now God. Goodbye,

Since I met you, I'm not afraid to die.