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Memorial Day tribute 2013

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follow’r of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith’s discerning eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of vict’ry through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.



The Roar of Battle

I recently tweeted “True Religion lays not men to sleep, though it be the only way to rest – its only response is for men run to the roar of battle!”

This is a true Christian – one on his knees and alternately on his feet. A man who stays long on his knees needs only to rise to his feet and find quick victory but the point is to rise and go into battle.

Just recently our Brigade’s deployment to Afghanistan was called off and as i was ready and willing to go, i found myself relieved and thankful that God had seen fit to keep me here. During the few days following news of the mission being cancelled, i believe the Lord spoke to me these words: “you are not going to a physical war of men’s contrivances – you are going to My war.”

And then, Lamentations 2:18-19
Verse 18

Their heart cried unto the Lord, O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night; give thyself no rest; let not the apple of thine eye cease.

Verse 19

Cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches
pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord
Lift up thy hands toward Him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street.

This sounds like marching orders to me…

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