He looked in the mirror with cold hard eyes, staring into the face of some other guy;
looking deep in his soul he didn't like what he saw, the heart of a warrior wasn't like him at all.
His morals were high; his convictions ran deep; with the duties of a soldier the two disagree.
He stares at the soldier, the soldier stares back; a Christian, a soldier, a soul ready to crack.
Each had a rule book there in black and white; the rules of a soldier and Gods rules in life.
The two stare at each other in a hard mental fight; both of them wrong, both of them right.
One hand on a Bible, one hand on a gun; decisions and choices which is the right one? The soldier won't stand down, the Christian won't bend; this mental war's raging, somewhere it must end.
God makes the soldiers because someone must fight; the rules for the warrior is in Gods book of life. Face the enemy with love for his soul; hatred and vengeance don't let it take hold.
Have not a murderous heart though blood may spill, be sad and regretful and reluctant to kill. Stand hard against evil; defend the oppressed, with Christ in the heart the conscious can rest.
He looked in the mirror his mind now at ease; a Christian, a soldier the two now agrees. The Christian looks at the soldier, the soldier looks back; they both look to Jesus one soul still intact.