I laid there wounded, bleeding profusely
Barely breathing, semi conscience
Hardly enough strength to raise my head
But I did, just high enough and long enough
To see if the medics were coming
No one in sight

Moments turned into minutes,
Minutes turned into hours, hours into days
Days into months, months into a year or two
So it seemed

How I longed to hear the voice
Of at least one that praised
The Father with me, side by side with me
Hand in hand with me
The voice of at least one that shouted
“Glory to God” with me

Oh, how that would’ve comforted me
How that would’ve given me the strength
To carry on, the strength to get up
Dress my wounds, get back in the battle
And fight again

You see I’m a soldier in the Army of the Lord
I made a mistake one day, didn’t have my
Armor on that day
I got hit really bad, then I stumbled and fell
I got hit again and again, even while I was down

And so, I laid there
Wounded, bleeding profusely
Barely breathing, semi conscience
Hardly enough strength to raise my head
But I did, just high enough and long enough
To see if the medics were coming,
And the Saints never came

Irma L Williams