The author of this poem is a good friend of ours. My husband and I were his youth leaders during his high school years.
He joined the Marines and moved to Arizona.
Sadly, reports came back east that he was not living for the Lord.
Due to some accidents he was medically discharged from the Marine Corps.
Recently we have joyfully seen him get saved. He is now working to turn his life around and live a life pleasing to the Lord.
He shared the following poem with us during his Christmas visit.
The Corps was once 100% of me
I was so very blind, not even realizing I couldn’t see.
But one day God found me,
Picked me up and set me free.
Semper Fi was once the rule,
My mind dirty and my actions cruel.
But I was rescued from Hell
Heard Heavens bells,
Put down the M16 shells and rotten smells.
To follow the Captain of the Heavenly Host,
And serve the King of Kings is my boast.
To fight for Him is what I strive to do most,
Tie Satan to a post
And leave him for dead like a burnt piece of toast.
The cross is my new banner,
I’ll follow it in a faithful and holy manner.
Christ is my Captain; I’ve surrendered my life to Him,
The best thing I’ve done since I’ve been dragging my life through sins
Dark pits of despair
And the devils evil lairs.
But Jesus pulled me out
And sent me on my way
So I can triumphantly shout
Along my merry way
Of His life and how He did pay
The price for sin with His very own life
To end the death, sinning, and strife.
But we all rejected the gift of God
Spat on His face and over Him trod.
But I’m in a new army now,
Walking and talking, showing others how
To be saved from death and sin.
I live a new life from within,
Making Jesus my next of kin.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
I have a new mission the orders are cut.
Round up the devil,
Kick him in the gut,
Send him to the morgue.
I’m holding the cross higher than the Corps,
Traded my rifle for the Living Sword.
I fight for the King
March onward as I sing
Of His great gift to us
Through His blessed son, Jesus.
Old things behind me, new things ahead.
The reason for everything is the blood that He shed.
We praise His holy name,
All the way from Heaven He came,
To suffer unbearable pain,
And take the weight of all our shame.
by Corporal Jim Fusco