Monday, November 12, 2012

Battle Hymn

Good Morning, Dear Friends and Prayer Partners! This is the day that the Lord has made and we will rejoice and be glad in it! Cool in the morning and warm in the afternoon! Perfect weather this time of year. This is what we hope and look forward to during the long, hot summer days! Bright sunshine and no clouds, so it is a beautiful day!

Brian and I drove out to Bay Pines Cemetery Saturday afternoon and I was so impressed by the careful mowing work that had been done. The grass was clipped precisely at each in ground marker, in readiness for the ceremonies for Veteran's Day on  Sunday.. It was quiet with only a couple cars at various spots. We placed flowers and visited for a few minutes, then made our way towards home. On the way, we stopped in at Little Italy for pizza, along with many others That is a busy place!.  I had pizza for lunch yesterday and I still have a slice left! We should have ordered a smaller one....

Yesterday, after church, I drove to the park, and saw a lot of people there, including three Buddhist monks dressed in their saffron colored robes, striped socks and sandals. I think they are Buddhist, but not  sure. Anyway, I also saw a large, shiny, black gator sunning along the bank of the lake on the right side. He has not been there for many months. Most people do not notice the gators over there, because they don't look as they are whizzing in. But God is good!

In honor of our veterans and those who are serving now, here are the words to the Battle Hymn of the Republic:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps.
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps.
His day is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat.
He is sifting out the hearts of mem before His judgment seat.
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my  feet!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea.
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free.
While God is marching on!

Glory, glory Hallelujah! Glory, glory Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

I always give thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers with thanksgiving, joy and love!

Love and hugs,