As Christmas falls near,
With the stars shining bright
A young soldier keeps walking...
First left, then right.

He's serving his country
With a heart full of pride
On foreign land he's fighting
And this Christmas he'll reside.

In good times and bad
He'll always stand tall
He shows his best
And gives it his all.

Like so many others
He's there for a cause,
And as a true soldier,
Never will he pause.

He's tried and true
And tempered like steel
Born of spirit;
Born with will.

Without his sacrifice
The cause would be lost
But the soldier carries onward
No matter the cost.

So I'll look to him with honor
And thankful with prayers.
For the freedom I have
Is because this soldier cares.
Though it's now Christmas
And he's not here with me
His safe return I pray for
To the Land of the Free.

"Author"
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
Posted with permission of the author