What did I Know!

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© 2015 Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.

 

During times of life’s struggles and turmoil, it’s natural to first open our arsenal of combative tools. Next we reflect upon our strengths, both physical and mental, and thrust the old “heave ho” at the enemy line. Before we realize it, however, our resources are exhausted and lie grounded like paper airplanes with shredded wings. Relief is not in sight! Our spirit chokes on the “winds of war” and our hands raise into the air, desperately grasping for a reprieve. But where, oh where will help come from?

Psalm 28:7 “The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts.”

This is our surety: The Lord is our strength and our shield.

Our power to combat life’s struggles lies from the gracious auspices of our loving and almighty God. We may ask how this works. It’s simple. Trust Him. With all our heart.

Believing that He is God, ascertain that He is able to provide all our needs. Who else in this world could do that? I can’t think of anyone or anything else. Not even the strongest person in the whole universe nor all the armies in this universe.   If we can’t meet the challenge of combating catastrophes, no matter what we confront them with, what good does it do for us to trust in our OWN understanding? Nothing!

Proverbs 3:5 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding.”

Do not trust our own understanding. Our intellect, wit, cleverness, or competency have not come forth and rescued us. They give us no comfort. They do not refresh our soul.

But . . . God gives us our daily bread, steadfast love, undeserved forgiveness, leads us in comforting ways, protects us from unforeseen trials, and welcomes us back into His presence when time is no more.

With ALL our heart . . . believe in God . . . trust in God.

 

“When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,

What a glory He sheds on our way!

While we do His good will, He abides with us still,

And with all who will trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,

But His smile quickly drives it away;

Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,

Can abide while we trust and obey.”

by John H. Sammis

 

 

Charge!

 

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Galatians 5:16-17This I say then: Walk in the Spirit, and you shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh. For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh. And these are contrary the one to the other, so that you cannot do the things that you would.”

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“Within my earthly temple there’s a crowd;

There’s one of us that’s humble, one that’s proud;

There’s one that’s brokenhearted for his sins

And one who, unrepentant, sits and grins;

There’s one who loves his neighbor as himself

And one who cares for naught but fame and pelf.

From such corroding care I would be free

If once I could determine which is me.”

(author unknown)

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The above verse is quite a mouthful, isn’t it? I would imagine that it holds true for most of us. The body is quite hard to control, rein in and subdue. To put it frankly, the Christian life is a battlefield. The flesh desires to sin; the Spirit is constrained to obey the things of the Spirit. Each day of our lives a constant war between these natures presents itself anew.

Paul describes to the Galatians a stark comparison:

“The works of the flesh are these: Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, sexual excesses, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revelings….

But the fruit of the Spirit is: Love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance….”

The differences are startling!

As in any war, action must be taken to achieve victory. The finger points at each one of us, dear Christians. Will we remain passive and continue to tolerate the works of the flesh within us? Or shall we rear up off our sanctified haunches and give way to the power of the Spirit to crucify this flesh?

The victory has already been won; we merely have to give the “Charge!”

“Brethren, the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. Amen.”

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved and observed.

Let Freedom Ring . . .Let God Reign

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My Country, ‘Tis of Thee

~Samuel P. Smith

 

My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty,

O thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims’ pride,

From every mountain-side

Let freedom ring.

 

Our fathers’ God, to Thee, Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom’s holy light;

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King.

 

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God of Our Fathers, Whose Almighty Hand

~Daniel C. Roberts

 

Thy love divine hath led us in the past;

In this free land by Thee our lot is cast;

Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay;

Thy word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.

 

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,

Be Thy strong arm our ever-sure defense;

Thy true religion in our hearts increase,

Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

 

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,

Lead us from night to never-ending day;

Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,

And glory, laud and praise be ever Thine.

 

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

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

I have seen Him in the watch-fires 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.

Refrain

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
“As ye deal with my contemnors, so with you my grace shall deal;”
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.

Refrain
He has sounded from the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Refrain

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 die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on!

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God bless America

God bless America,Land that I love,

Stand beside her and guide her

Thru the night with a light from above.

From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam,
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.

Oh! Thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.


Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

AMEN!

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Lest We Forget . . .

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Memorial Day:  a day to honor and remember the countless souls who gave their lives for our freedom and/or were among those who lived through the horrors of war only to face the pain and lifelong adjustments of returning to civilian life.  This distinctive day of remembrance also honors the families of the dead and wounded whose lives have been altered forever.  May we never forget the great sacrifices they all have made to secure our freedom and peace.  Thank God for His everlasting mercy and grace upon this great land. GOD BLESS AMERICA!

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War Song–1776

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HARK, hark, the sound of war is heard,
And we must all attend;
Take up our arms and go with speed,
Our country to defend.

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Our parent state has turned our foe,
Which fills our land with pain;
Her gallant ships, manned out for war,
Come thundering o’er the main.

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There’s Carleton, Howe, and Clinton too.
And many thousands more,
May cross the sea, but all in vain,
Our rights we’ll ne’er give o’er.

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Our pleasant homes they do invade,
Our property devour;
And all because we won’t submit
To their despotic power.

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Then let us go against our foe,
We’d better die than yield;
We and our sons are all undone,
If Britain wins the field.

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Tories may dream of future joys,
But I am bold to say,
They’ll find themselves bound fast in chains,
If Britain wins the day.

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Husbands must leave their loving wives,
And sprightly youths attend,
Leave their sweethearts and risk their lives,
Their country to defend.

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May they be heroes in the field,
Have heroes’ fame in store;
We pray the Lord to be their shield,
Where thundering cannons roar.

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American Revolutionary War (1775 to 1783)

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War of 1812 (1812 to 1815)

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Mexican- American War (1846 to 1848)

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American Civil War (April 12, 1861 to April 9, 1865)

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Spanish-American War (April 25–August 12, 1898)

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World War I (August 1914 to November 11, 1918)

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World War II (December 8, 1941 to August 14, 1945)

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Korean War (June 25, 1950 to July 27, 1953)

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Vietnam War (1959 to April 30, 1975)

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Gulf War (August 2, 1990 to February 28, 1991)

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Iraq War (March 20, 2003 to December 15, 2011)

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Afghanistan War (October 7, 2001 to present)

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Sands of Time

 

 

© 1991 Jeanne E. Webster, May 7

(This poem is dedicated to my son, who fought in the Persian Gulf War, 1991)

 

It’s time to go to war, my son.

Do you hear that distant drum?

Ill winds are kicking up the sand

Down there in Kuwaiti land.

 

Load those missiles; pack your gear;

The battle time draws near.

DESERT SHIELD screams on high:

“Saddam! Saddam! Goodbye!!!”

 

Upon the sand, the line is drawn.

Don’t quiver; prove your brawn!

The “birds” are flying high and low

To soften up the blow.

 

The dunes…the dunes are beckoning;

’Tis the day of reckoning!

Amid the smoke and wind-blown sand

Lies victory from God’s mighty hand.

 

DESERT STORM is quick and fierce,

As Saddam’s might is pierced.

The Lord your God is with you, Son;

Fight on till all is done.

 

Far and wide across the dunes

The bloodied foe lies strewn.

White flags are waving over Iraq.

It’s time to head on back…

 

Back home to loved ones seeking you,

Dressed in red, white and blue;

Bright yellow ribbons tied everywhere

To show you that we care.

 

Oh…the hearts overflow with tears,

Shedding all those pent-up fears;

Eyes meet…then nervous feet run…

It’s hugs and kisses for everyone!

 

Give thanks for God’s loving care;

Our burdens He helped us bear.

Each day His tender mercies renew:

He whispers, “Son, I love you!”