ANSWERING THE CALL
The gallant troops of Noble Kyle,
Marched with Cadets and Band.
Echoing across our Heaven's plains,
The pulse of Aggieland.
Behind them, the gates of Heaven closed,
The last Corp trip would begin.
When suddenly, a mighty crash,
Shook the souls within.
St. Peter gazed below to see,
And was saddened by the sight.
The sacred 12th man's mighty fortress,
Had fallen in the night.
He shook his head as if to say,
"I never thought I'd see.
A hopeless moment find those grounds,
How could it ever be?"
Then toward the gates, old army marched,
To stay would not suffice.
St. Peter said, "I know your pain.
But your bravery has a price.
If you leave, then your return,
cannot be guaranteed.
Please tell me that which calls you back,
What is this urgent need?"
"They stand for us, and if we fall,
They are there to help us rise.
They are our treasured 12th man,
With a spirit that never dies."
And from these gates we cannot lift,
The weight that holds them down.
So if it's all the same, we'll leave paradise,
We're needed in that little town."
St. Peter did not hesitate,
The gates were opened wide.
He watched them storm beyond the clouds,
And swelled with utter pride.
Before the gates could close again,
Senior boots stepped in it's way.
"We'll march these grounds again my friend,
It just won't be today.
You see we have a task before us,
Valiant lives have now been lost.
They're feet should walk these paths of glory,
When these gates are to be crossed."
St. Peter understood and watched,
Them march, soon out of sight.
Their job to help the ones they can,
And the others, to give angel's flight.
St. Peter looked back at the band and said,
"I suppose you'll follow out."
And simply in honor of the ones who'd fallen,
They raised a mighty shout.
They proudly played the War Hymn,
St. Peter reveled at the sound.
That let their fallen friends soon know,
The pulse was homeward bound.
St. Peter thought, "I'll see these heroes,
Grace these gates again.
They're meant for Heaven's glory someday,
However, until then…..
The mighty twelve who've fallen now,
Will stand over Aggieland above.
For no grander place could deserve the gift,
Of Heaven's eternal love."
Copyright C 1999 William Keith Davis "All Rights Reserved"
