Before I began in Law Enforcement, I always wanted to be
       a sergeant, a lieutenant, a captain or even a Federale.
As an officer, I loved my job. Walking in and out of each home,
       trying to make a difference in the lives of those I would roam.
We were nicknamed, "trench soldiers," for we were fighting a war.
       A war between good and evil, one that was exceedingly sore.

The devastation was great. Many victims fell by the way.
       And sometimes it was very difficult to know what to do or say.
Fighting the battle brought a feeling of joy, not easily explained.
       It came most every time we would help more than we were trained.
There was just something about going the extra mile to help someone,
       that made you feel good, knowing this time the devil hadn’t won.

When I first thought about rank, I became excited about the possibilities.
       Only to notice the change that would take place in my responsibilities.
No longer would I have the duties of what they called a trench soldier.
       My duties would change. To most, I would be removed, distant and colder.
And no longer would I have the opportunity to serve on the battle front.
       Mine would be to take a back seat position and let others take the brunt.

I loved the work of a trench soldier. He who was willing to fight.
       He who actually did battle. He who defended what’s right.
When I looked at the Lord and His church, I noticed a difference indeed.
       Of the basic battlefield responsibilities, the leaders were never freed.
Their original responsibilities and duties were not taken, ...only added to.
       They were to keep their first duties, helping each individual make it through.

As I thought about The Greatest One who ever walked the earth,
       the One who created all things, yet was born of humble birth,
He was never too busy or unwilling to stop and help someone.
       Or to do the simplest task to further what needed be done.
He’d help the miserable, the poor, the ones the others turned away.
       The unwanted, the unloved, the homeless, even the downhearted stray.

He walked among the people, enduring some of the worst conditions.
       He was willing to help anywhere He could, without any reservations.
He was The Greatest of all and He could have passed the needy by.
       But He didn’t and instead, they could see the love He had in His eye.
So remember the example He set. Work harder, be braver, be bolder.
       Because even the Greatest ever ...was willing to be ...a trench soldier!