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Brothers

I was inspired to write this poem in the Fall of 1999 after hearing “The St. Crispins Day Speech†from Shakespeare’s King Henry V .

Brothers
This day, if any, we’re marked to die,
so to live would cause our Savior shame.
And though only few would choose this course,
let those who will, do so in His Name.
For though our names may be forgotten;
fame and fortune given to others,
those who walk this pathway less-travelled
will be named among us as brothers.
Don’t look around at the faint of heart
who draw back from this battle we fight,
who hold their lives more dear to them
than the cause of the Kingdom of Light.
For they already have their spoils
and none from this victory will share.
To die, if we must, with the coward
is a medal I refuse to wear!
No! Today the call is for the brave,
who will bear the name of Christ with pride.
Him who just the mention of that Name
causes his heart to well up inside.
Let us live to die and die to live,
without hesitation or reserve.
To stand unashamed before our King
and claim a reward so undeserved.
And by His grace, brothers, we will have
treasures that the flames let us keep
to present to Him as tokens that
remind us our reward wasn’t cheap.
The brief sacrifices we endured,
and all the scars ~ he understands them.
How much better to have these treasures
than to come That Day empty-handed!
For he who lays his life down this day
is my brother for eternity.
And we will sing the loudest That Day,
when we sing the song of Victory.