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 time to see things you made,
I'd have known they weren't calling
a spade a spade.
I wonder, God, if you would shake my hand.
Somehow, I feel you will 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'm sure glad, God, I met you today.
I guess the zero hour will soon be here,
but I'm not afraid since I know your near.
The signal! Well God, I'll have to go
I like you lots, this I want you to know
Looks like 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. Good-bye!
Strange since I met you, I'm not afraid to die!
This poem was found on the body of an
American Serviceman, killed in Vietnam.
but of power and of love and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7
