In a lonely mountain pass,
in some country
far from here
you've never heard of,
a company of soldiers
stood guard
till the attack.
Overwhelming numbers
forced them to withdraw.
There was a turn in the trail
commanded by a little hill.
On an outcropping of rock
a private, a Christian,
you have never heard of
stayed behind,
slowing the pursuers
so his buddies could escape.
He is still there
or what is left of him
after they took his gun,
his helmet, and his boots.
The rats and the vultures
picked him clean.
His bleaching bones
still guard that trail
All his family ever heard was
“Missing in action.”
But because of him
and millions like him,
we sleep well!
He sleeps too,
awaiting Judgment Day
and his hope in Christ!