Upon a winding forest road I met a soldier far from home I saw he was my enemy So I aimed at him and he at me Prepared was I, but loath to shoot And he, uncertain what to do A cold sweat formed upon my brow But we both kept rank and stood our ground And then, the curious thing occurred On wings arrived a tiny bird And troubled not by war or peace She sang for us a melody
I dared not move or look away Lest my life, my foe would take Yet in his eyes, I saw his fright Just a boy like me afraid to die The meadowlark sang on and on Then morе arrived and joined the song And as I hеld my rival stare A tremendous chorus filled the air Then in my heart, as clear as day I heard a gentle whisper say My son, if my disciple be Show grace and love your enemy
With swell of birds sung all around Lowered I my rifle down And as my foe took aim at me I showed him yield on bended knee He faltered then and shook with fear And from his eye, he wiped a tear His gaze was as a brothers bond And then, he turned and he was gone
If I should live to see more days I pray the Lord to guide my ways With grace to love my enemy For grace, my Savior showed to me With grace to love my enemy For grace, my Savior showed to me
Compositor: Adam R Young (Owl City) ECAD: Obra #40154382