A Soldier's King
No one seemed to notice the man beside the road.
He was just a ragged soldier out there in the cold.
But he seemed to have a purpose only known to him,
as he walked along the streets that night through the town of Bethlehem.
In his head he held the memory of all the wars he'd known.
In his hand he clutched a medal for the bravery he'd shown.
And the weight of every battle he carried in his heart.
But his eyes were clear and searching for a manger in the dark.
Some are born to greatness, and some are born to fall.
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all.
But we're all born to know Him and stand before His light,
like the soldier who found his King tonight.
He had marched for politicians, served under their command.
And he fought for all their causes that he did not understand.
But there was something deep inside him now that led him on his way,
with a single star to guide him to where the baby lay.
Some are born to greatness, and some are born to fall.
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all.
But we're all born to know Him and stand before His light,
like the soldier who found his King tonight.
He stood before the Son of God come to pay our debt,
and he smiled up at the soldier that the world would soon forget.
So he held out his medal, and said
"this for you I bring."
And there he swore allegiance to the newborn baby King.
Some are born to greatness, and some are born to fall.
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all.
But we're all born to know Him and stand before His light,
like the soldier who found his King tonight.
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