This photograph is so precious to me. In the days following Eric's death, one of my great questions was: who were his brothers in this? Who was by his side? Who is still in harm's way fighting his cause? Who shared his last hours?To you who are standing beside his memory: thank you for what you are still doing. Thank you for serving with my dear cousin and for taking the time to contact us and give us more of his story. I am praying that you will return safely to carry Eric's memory home to your children and your grandchildren. I am praying that you will heal from the wounds of war, that your spirits will be renewed and your minds transformed in the years to come. I hope my children get to meet you someday and salute you for your great courage and love. And I am praying that you will know Christ, that you will consider Him, that He will embrace you one day in a World without War, without end. Amen.
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Dearest Summer,
Your words reach deep into my soul because, at the end of the day, knowing Christ is the most important focus of our lives.
God bless these men and women who still stay to fight another day.
As Christ died to make us holy, Eric died to make men free.
Love, Miss Sherri
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!
[chorus]
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!
[chorus]
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
[chorus]
He has sounded forth 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!
[chorus]
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.
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