(My First Epic) - How A Soldier Found Jesus

It was there on a park bench,

wear a seventeen year old laid.

This epic is not based on a true story.

Although it is possible to happen someday.

So there he laid smelly, hungry, and with no home.

All he had was a plastic bag,

with an extra t-shirt he used as a pillow.

He spent three years of his life homeless,

wondering the streets.

Until at age eighteen

he wondered, 'When I am older what will I be?

What will become of me'.

So after receiving a high school diploma,

he used an old friend's address,

and signed up for the marines.

He passed every test with high marks -

the aptitute, shooting, and physical.

They quickly shipped him overseas,

along with AR 15 rifle.

He quickly grew with experience,

and moved right up through the ranks,

by the age of twenty-five,

he was an Lt.

earning his bars and stripes.

He has seen the worse battles.

He lead many and lost a few.

He fought mostly in Iraq,

until his time was through.

As he was leading his men through a valley,

insurgents ambushed, rushed, and barged.

His leg was filled with bullets.

So he received an honorary discharge.

He was shipped over to Israel,

for recovery on an air force base.

He had no family to go home to.

So for the next year he thought,

'Israel was his new place'.

Throughout the year he was there,

he loved the land and it's people.

He figured he would move to Nazareth

when his leg was in full health.

Still, he did not know,

if he wanted to live there,

he would have to join the IDF.

Now at twenty-seven years old,

he would have to start his training all over.

Nevertheless, four years into the IDF,

at thirty-one he enjoyed every minute.

He then tried out for the Mista' arvim - counter-terrorism unit.

Using his Marine training,

despite his age, he excelled.

At age thirty-two a fight broke out,

A stray bullet hit him in the knee.

Honorably his career in the military was over,

but dishonorably his fighting would keep.

He bought his house in Nazareth,

at the age of thirty-three.

Except he never left his house.

All he would do is sleep.

For well over a decade,

since he was a teen,

all he knew was battle.

Now what was he to do?

There were no more wars to be fought,

except the one inside him.

Everyday he kept his gun,

with one bullet inside.

He had it to his head one Sunday,

until his dark bedroom was filled with light.

All of a sudden there was a voice,

and it had to have been talking to him.

"Do not take your life. 

There is so much you can do with it.

Believe me. I understand where you have been.

You are a leader.

You take a careful and aggressive approach,

when the worse situation comes around.

Out of all the places you have chosen to live,

you picked my hometown.

You have not seen your country,

in over fourteen years.

I will put your life in order,

and you will spread the gospel,

between hear and there".

So he studied the word everyday,

and prayed every night.

Not long after that Sunday,

did God bless him with a wife.

By the grace of God he now set up,

a ministry for military vets,

and anyone else who wants to join,

and receive salvation,

because Jesus paid our depts.