By: Kayla Barton
Taking a breath after a drawn out war,
Cleaning my gear, mending my wounds,
To what now do we have in store?
Losing fellow comrads the familiarity of goodbye,
Starting over on a new path while learning how to cry.
I wasn't quite sure who I was at the time of battle
Sitting in a medical tent like a horse with no saddle.
Watching and listening to the rest of the team,
Letting the waves of grace flood my heart as an overflowing stream.
I'm ready Lord to be still and know
As hard as it is to want to throw on my uniform and go.
Orders received Sergeant Major, may I pass Your test,
A soldier in the Lord's army now officially at rest.