Our fingertips are calloused from bandaging our men
Their anguish consumes us again and again
Though we cry and lament, we will never be spent
We see kings and queens corrupted and killed
With sorrow and prayer our soul be filled
And in loving and serving let our blood be spilled
The Lord made us all divine movers of grace
We bear His eyes, lips, and beautiful face
What shall hurt us God shall surely erase
The enemy to our march: divert, divert
But soldiers, we are, soldiers, guarded from hurt
Shoulder to shoulder, we crush Lucifer in dirt
For our brothers and sisters our hearts bleed as one
For the fallen you will be liberated, one by one
For God in Heaven, we will love, deserting none
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Henry Li ’16 is a senior in Leverett House studying History and Literature & East Asian Studies.