A Gift, He Supposed
By: Trivette Lover Heather
Song Rights : Mercy Me
After another semi- successful turn out at his services he retreats rather quickly to the solace of his tent.
No one really comes to visit very often. The occasional visit comes with a load of wounded but otherwise he finds little things to occupy his time.
He reaches for his notebook he keeps hidden under his cot and slips the pen off the ring.
He flips through and realizes he is almost through and will be needed another one soon.
He closes his eyes and collects himself with a moment of silent prayer.
He takes the cap off and starts to write.
Music had always been a fancy of his ever since he was a young boy. His mother started him in piano lessons as soon as he was old enough to reach the keys. He did many musicals through high school and college and developed a passion for it.
He often wrote many pieces on his own. A little gift he had been given, he supposed.
That week had been particularly slow at camp, but the man had much on his mind. He did his best to keep himself occupied with noble things, unlike those that surrounded him and any moment he could escape them, he did just that... and this was one of those times...
He scribbled down a line and quickly scratched if away.
Then his eyes widened and he began to write...
What is life?
A thousand roads, a thousand ways
Why am I so afraid to move?
I crossed the line
I'm stepping out so come what may
I give it all; cause I'm drawn to You
He thinks back to the first time he heard of the police action beginning to take place and felt the need to help, best he could. Though he wasn't quite prepared he knew he just had to.
As long as my heart is beating...
Where You lead me I will follow
Where You lead me I give my life away
Where You lead me I will follow
Forever and a day
He often wondered how much longer this war would last? It has been so long, and he had his doubts. But Faith was all that was ever left in this place... he set the pen down again and wrote...
I can't deny
Your very presence is my life
And why would I ever turn away?
Cause deep inside I know that I cannot rely
On anything less than faith
This is all I'm dreaming of
To live completely in Your love
So this is life?
Where You lead me I give my life away
Where You lead me I will follow
Forever and a day
As he finished the last line, he returned up to the top to begin writing a few notes and could hear the tune in his head, when a familiar sound interrupted his concentration...
"Oh dear, Choppers!" He tosses the pen and notebook down carelessly and races out the door. The pen slowly rolling to the floor, the notebook page slightly bent...
The title of the song, written and re written, finally laid across the very top of the page in all capital letters...
"I WILL FOLLOW"
By: Father John P. Mulcahy
And so it goes...and so it goes...another day in War torn Korea...