Conversation that occurs on a civil war battlefield between a Rebel and a Yankie |
Musket fire and smoke surrounded them as the two lay on the ground Crimson red flowed from their bodies mingling there without a sound One wore blue and one wore gray but still they reached for the other's hand and as his life's breath stole away from him one helped the other to understand He said come with me to a land where there is no blue or gray where you and I can walk as brothers again In our Lord's eternal day For there won't be any battles there and no more pain to cloud our way so come with me to that golden land where there is no blue or gray. Oh the soldier's tears were happier now as he began to understand that the Savior's blood had made the way for him to enter gloryland and though his young life had been a sinful one the Lamb of God, that sin-debt had paid How he thanked the Lord for this "enemy" who lay dying beside him today Saying come with me to a land where there is no blue or gray where you and I can walk as brothers again in our Lord's eternal day For there won't be any battles there and no more pain to cloud our way So come with me to that golden land where there is no blue or gray Oh the two turned to each other smiled and gently closed their eyes Still very close as angels carried them to their new home beyond the skies And they're walking along a golden street and wearing robes of spotless white their blue and grey left far behind them now for there is no need to fight the Lamb of God is now their light they're living in sweet victory tonight! |