The War Cry
I joined the Salvation Army church
When I, was almost seven.
And got stars on my card and pats on my head
And the promise of glory in heaven.
But when asked what brought a meek little child
Like me, to the ranks of God’s Army
On answering, gospel truthfully
The holy Major went balmy.
And I then was given my marching orders
In front of the gasping congregation.
The holy Major and his officers
Talking of sin and abomination.
And all the while I tried to smile
A good bye, to everyone.
Inwardly wondering with a tear-welling eye
God didn’t ‘gived me a tambouwine wived wibbons on.’
Then a neighbour took me to, the Gospel Hall
On advice that I shut my ‘tiny mooth’;
And on asking if the Pentecostals, asked why ‘I comed’
Daddy laughed when I told him, the truth.
So welcomed into, the Gospel Hall
Whose acceptance (Daddy said) was courageous,
I got a picture-card in my bible, and told to stand on my chair
And sing loud the hymn, Rock of Ages.
‘Wock of ages pway for meee
Let me hide myself in thee..
Be oh sin a double cure
Safe fwom wath and maked me pure......’