My Gifted Life

I hope I live to see at last
At the table a peaceful joint repast
Where lion and the lamb reside
Together laying side by side

For after many years in strife
Bound together hand to knife
Cut deeply, wounded, to the core
Remembered then for evermore

But perhaps at last a time does come
When weary of the flute and drum
The soldier asks for an end to war
To hold forever more