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Little Soldier I see you standing in the front lines my little soldier
a place where even men might cower.
Your courage, your strength, always pushing forward your faith
so pure and simple is your power.
Though not by your choice, you were called to this fight
that tests your endurance with no end in sight.
And sometimes when you gaze to the heavens above,
I wonder if you see the Angels and remember
His promise of Love.
That in the heat of the battle,
The midst
of the storm,
You rise above it, in the Master's palm.
Well,
stand tall Little Soldier,
I hear the trumpet too,
Raise up your
sword Victory is yours!
My salute to you, Austin!
Love, Mom.
This poem had originally been published on the Pan-Support-Website of Ed Becker. Thank you for letting me publish it here.