Broad and gleaming, two edged steel,
Gold leaf index worn to peel.
There he sits before the day,
slow to speak with much to say.
Battle weary page unfurled,
reading of another world.
Just an old man, coffee and a book,
until you take a closer look.
A Man in motion, yet still anon,
holy praying before the dawn.
Father fixed fast to fray,
a wartime hero in every way.
He's a Soldier, have you not heard?
He wields with grace the Holy WORD.
Thank you Pa