Not A Poet

Today I saw the Army of Helaman in a different light
I watched the Generals and the leaders who took those boys to fight
They looked ordinary---from the world's point of view
But a closer look would show you the scars, and not a few
These old warriors have felt defeat,stress,and fatigue
These warriors have scars from life's battles and intrigue
They have raised their families, had careers and led the ranks
In wards and stakes and branches before they joined these ranks
They have seen the hand of God work wonders in their lives
So joining once again seemed natural in these strifes.
The surge of missionaries is wondrous to behold
Yet the surge of these veteran warriors needs mention,though they're old.
Their hands are knarled, they walk with limps and some have problems of the heart
Yet when the youth need help or more support they are the first ones at the start.
With experience and memories they proceed to lead the youth
From the ranks of the office where they hold to right and truth.
This army surging forward is handsome, young and strong
But today I saw their support group who have battled for so long.
Their suits are cut much wider, their hair is filled with gray.
I'm grateful for this army I was allowed to glimpse today.