A Soldier's Rosary

A mother's last words To ev'ry soldier "kneel down at night and say your prayers" But he's so weary, Thro'days so dreary, After all his trails and cares, Don't worry mother, He serves his Maker when he serves his country's needs. No matter where each act is a pray'r and they form the links up on a soldier's beads.

When bells are tolling Our hearts consoling we seek the chapel o'er the way When cannons thunder Would we I wonder Ever take the time to pray, The foe before him, No shelter o'er him overhead the cold stars shine. His Maker knows as onward he goes that his pray'r is better far than yours or mine."

For his thoughts keep returning homeward and their pray'rs come drifting back that's his chaplet and his guide to victory, But bullets are his beads and on his knees he pleads that each one will help to end the misery, Ev'ry shot a pearl, each pearl a pray'r he fights untill he falls, "Lost in action" comes the message o'er the sea. And while the nation mourns his loss his dear old mother bears the cross that's a soldier's rosary.