I called on Alice R. one day,
Who is business manager, by the way,
Of Beacon Lights, as you may know;
Now there’s a girl that makes things go,
For ‘ere my message I could say,
She called on me, just right away
To pen a message to our boys,
Who sadly miss their homes, and joys
Of fellowship with friends and kin;
For it’s the army that they’re in;
Or else the navy claims their time,
And sends them forth to every clime.
So to our boys in camps near home,
And to our boys where ’ere they roam;
On sea or land or in the air,
So to our boys no matter where
We wish to send a word or two;
A message that will say to you,
To all our boys where ‘ere you are,
To all our boys both near and far,
That you are ever in our thought;
Your needs before God’s throne are brought.
We pray that His abundant grace
May follow you from place to place.
We’d like to have you all relate,
Not only what has been your fate
In fighting Germans and the Japs;
But may we know if you perhaps
In higher warfare did contend;
And fought the fight unto the end.
If you this warfare have begun,
Then, when your earthly course is run,
You’ll have a home in heaven above;
You’ll bask forever in the love
Of Him Who died on Calvary,
That you from death might be set free.