Too long he had served Caesar; now
The soldier put down his arms.
He gave his cloak up to the beggar
And stood while others called him weak.
When peace was signed, they let him go,
That coward who’d betrayed his king,
But Martin had another Lord
And left to fight for Him.
He felled the temples, cut down trees,
Where men had served their vacant gods;
Yet when his foes were sent to death,
He pled for their release.
He had seen the face of Christ
In the beggar with no cloak;
He had heard the call of peace
And fought to make it known.
The Consolations of Writing 