Good Christian Soldier
Reflections of a Soul: A Soldier's Struggle for Meaning
Lyrics
Not so long ago in Oklahoma the son of an Okie preacher knelt to pray
Not so long ago in Oklahoma, the son of an Okie preacher knelt to pray.
He said Lord I want to be a Christian soldier just like you
He said, "Lord, I want to be a Christian soldier, just like you, and fight to build a new and better day."
And fight to build a new and better day
Now many years and miles from Oklahoma.
Now many years and miles from Oklahoma
That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray
That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray.
But he don't pray to be no Christian soldier anymore
But he don't pray to be no Christian soldier anymore.
He just prays to make it through another day
He just prays to make it through another day.
'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier when you tote a gun
'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier when you tote a gun.
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry.
But we're playin' cards writin' home havin' lots of fun
But we're playin' cards, writin' home, havin' lots of fun.
Telling jokes and learning how to die
Telling jokes and learning how to die.
Now the things I've come to know seem so confusin'
Now the things I've come to know seem so confusin'.
It's gettin' hard to tell what's wrong from right
It's gettin' hard to tell what's wrong from right.
I can't separate the winners from the losers anymore
I can't separate the winners from the losers anymore.
And I'm thinking of just giving up the fight
And I'm thinking of just giving up the fight.
'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier when you tote a gun
'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier when you tote a gun.
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry.
But we're playin' cards writin' home ain't we hadn't fun
But we're playin' cards, writin' home, ain't we havin' fun.
Turning on and learning how to die
Turning on and learning how to die.
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