Soldier Of God

F#m E F#m E F#m E D A cleric rode out from the lands of the East C#m E F#m Too wise for a warrior, too strong for a priest F#m E D Well-versed in letters and honored abroad E C#m F#m E Called Don Jeronimo, soldier of God F#m E D "Mine is the charge to bring men to the Lord C#m E F#m By sermon, or psalm, or the point of a sword F#m E D If I have my fill of the fight ere I sleep E C#m F#m At the end of my living, let no Christian weep F#m E C#m F#m I am your song, I am your word D C#m E F#m I am your herald when trumpets are heard; F#m E C#m F#m I am your staff, I am your rod D E F#m I am your sword as a soldier of God." E C#m F#m D C#m E F#m E D Before a great battle, he sings the High Mass C#m E F#m And grants absolution, for all flesh is grass; F#m E D "The man who dies fighting his foe face-to-face E C#m F#m E Will sleep without stain and his soul will find Grace." F#m E D He goes to his liege when the Mass has been said C#m E F#m And begs him a boon—"Let me ride at your head; F#m E D A price I would have for the bread and the wine– E C#m F#m Let the first blow struck in battle be mine. F#m E C#m F#m I am your song, I am your word D C#m E F#m I am your herald when trumpets are heard; F#m E C#m F#m I am your staff, I am your rod D E F#m E I am your sword as a soldier of God." D C#m E F#m F#m F#m E D E E C#m F#m F#m E E F#m F#m E E F#m E D Saint Michael goes armored with buckler and steel C#m E F#m And George with his lance brought the dragon to heel; F#m E D In Heaven above as on Earth here below E C#m F#m E From one hand a blessing, the other, a blow F#m E D Perhaps in the future, all hatred will cease C#m E F#m And all men of God will be agents of peace F#m E D But until the day when the Fiend walks no more E C#m F#m Then angels and men must make ready for war! F#m E C#m F#m "I am your song, I am your word D C#m E F#m I am your herald when trumpets are heard; F#m E C#m F#m I am your staff, I am your rod D E F#m I am your sword as a soldier of God. F#m E C#m F#m I am your song, I am your word D C#m E F#m I am your herald when trumpets are heard; F#m E C#m F#m I am your staff, I am your rod D E F#m I am your sword as a soldier of God."