Fifteen years of fighting are sure to take their toll,
Yet not a scratch has crept beneath to mar his loving soul.
Sure his body's crooked and bent beyond repair,
but looking on his spirit you know there's wholeness there.
He's fought the fight unwavering, shored up by loved ones 'round.
Of all men in God's Army, He's deserving of peace now found.
Lay down your armor warrior, the battles are now done.
Join victory's celebration, Rejoice!, for the war you've won.
Your strength and courage rewarded, perfect healing now at hand;
your warrior's shield discarded, you're safe in the Promised Land.
Scratched out on a piece of scrap paper on the shoulder of the highway when I got the news that Marcus had died. The words came so fast I just had to pull over and write down what God was telling me. His family chose to write them on his tombstone.
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