Testimony Meeting in New Guinea
S/Sgt. Jeston Jacobson
I was glad when I saw a sign hanging
High on a cocoanut tree,
It told of a Mormon meeting,
And the time and place it would be.
Next Sunday our group had assembled
In a ragged, war-beaten tent.
Twenty young men who were anxious
To partake of the sacrament.
We listened to strong men bearing
Their testimony of truth.
Peace was there, on that battlefield,
In the hearts of those Mormon youth.
A lad who was wounded in action,
Who had known long moments of dread,
Told how after his comrades had left him
(They’d given him up for dead,)
He had prayed to the Lord, and he told him
Of a blessing that hadn’t been filled.
And that God, who is bound by a promise,
Sent him back to this mission field.
He was but one of the many,
Who rose to their feet that day,
And our faith grew stronger from hearing
Those thoughts that they sent our way.
Now that the war has sent me
To a distant battlefield,
My thoughts go back to the battered tent —
And I have my faith for a shield.