Memorial Day

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 has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

Let us on this day remember those that have served, and those who work now to keep us free. At this moment a young soldier is out on patrol, perhaps fearful of his own mortality and haunted by responsibilites to loved ones far away. But a greater responsibility, that to freedom, justice and history, helps him through. That, and the thoughts and prayers of a thankful nation. For the rest of the lyrics to Julia Ward Howe's Battle Hymn of the Republic, go here

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