Valiant Soldier (The Missionaries' Poem)
Whose duty is never bought
Leaves peace where he may trod
Lets virtue garnish his thoughts
Where Satan and God have fought
Stands firm when he's alone
Seeks strength beyond his own
Speaks truth within his tone
Melts hearts made up of stone
With haste he'll choose the right
At day or at night
He'll never lose his sight
On winning a valiant fight.
By: Bradley J. Copeland