Chapter 27: The Creed

Valiant Soldier (The Missionaries' Poem)

Whose duty is never bought

Leaves peace where he may trod

Lets virtue garnish his thoughts

Where Satan and God have fought

Stands firm when he's alone

Seeks strength beyond his own

Speaks truth within his tone

Melts hearts made up of stone

With haste he'll choose the right

At day or at night

He'll never lose his sight

On winning a valiant fight.

By: Bradley J. Copeland