The good soldier-pastor kneels on the battlefield
The corpses of the Satanic enemy vanquished
And only the Lord God above knows his heart and mind
He never ceases to pray for the good of his immortal soul
For Jesus Christ is his true and only Salvation
In the hideous cry of battle when heads roll
And guts are blown out of bleeding bodies.
But he always remains smart in his patriotic uniform,
His dog-collar spotless and free from enemy gore!
Yet indescribable and gentle feelings of love
Pump out of his heart just as the bullets
Pump out of his machine gun into the enemies' hearts
Sending them to eternal Hades in God's name.
The good soldier-pastor reads his Bible and says his prayers
Loudly in a mighty stentorian voice for all to hear
And he energizes others with his undying devotion to God
Exhorting them to pray and shoot bullets simultaneously
As they grovel before Jesus on the bloody battlefield!

















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