In Arms We Trust
By Claude Weimer
In God we trust. The words that shout
But empty phrases we repeat,
While in our plans we let God out
And put our trust in fort and fleet.
As nations we forget the crash
Of pompous hosts that march no more,
Whose power was broken like the dash
Of waves upon some rocky shore.
In arms we trust, in arms that burst
In thundering hatred overhead;
And, wreathing graves that war has cursed,
We plead God’s blessing on our dead.
We hesitate to do His will,
Afraid of faith our lips confess,
A faith if kept, more potent still
Than all the arms we now possess.