The Bugle Cry
By David Smith June 26, 2010
Eyes fill with tears to hear the sound;
The bugle cry from all around;
The cold tombstones, the shiver up the spine;
Life is taken in a war that we find.
The sting of death, from a bugle, the call;
The emptiness, the vacuum, like an echoing hall;
Feeling the emotion, of soldiers in their prime;
The loss of life; where to find peace of mind?
To know life lives after death, reveille is heard;
A wakeup call; new life reassured;
Being born again of incorruptible seed;
To have Christ within, he paid the deed.
O what a joy to have sins forgiven;
My sinful nature, through Christ to be liven;
The comforter, the Holy Spirit, to not be alone
The finished work of the Cross; my redeemer, to own