Frater, ave atque vale
It's been a long five years - please remember the victims of 9/11, and the fallen heroes of 9/11 - the firefighters and police officers who gave their lives doing their duty. And, too, remember the unsung heroes among the victims - the ones who could have gotten out, but didn't, because they were helping others.
It's appropriate and fitting to mourn today, but September 11th shouldn't be a day of sadness - it should be a day of wrath, until the threat of radical Islam has been wiped from the face of the earth. Only then is it appropriate to reflect on the anniversary with gentle remembrance - I'm afraid we too easily forget that. Until then, today should be a day of righteous anger, secure in the knowledge that, whatever our misteps and mistakes in "the long war", that this is a struggle of good and evil, and that our God is with us.
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.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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 die to make men free;
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
It's appropriate and fitting to mourn today, but September 11th shouldn't be a day of sadness - it should be a day of wrath, until the threat of radical Islam has been wiped from the face of the earth. Only then is it appropriate to reflect on the anniversary with gentle remembrance - I'm afraid we too easily forget that. Until then, today should be a day of righteous anger, secure in the knowledge that, whatever our misteps and mistakes in "the long war", that this is a struggle of good and evil, and that our God is with us.
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.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 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 die to make men free;
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
posted by Special Forces Alpha Geek at 2:59 AM
6 Comments:
Best tribute to 9/11 I have read... Well spoken.
S. Clark
CPL, US Army (former)
Good to have you back online brutha.
Until the threat of radical Islam ...
Do you do your firefighting with gasoline, much ?
The Saudi suicide squad that committed the travesty are .. uh.. dead and beyond vengeance.
The Prez is vowing to fight terror with .... torture and illegal kidnapping.
I'm obviously waay to pacifistic to understand that using the wrong tactics on the wrong target with a pure heart will produce strategically valuable results.
( Hey, relax. I'm only an elderly alien fool. )
I just found your blog, and have read the whole thing.
I printed off some of the stories and sent them to my son, who is in basic training for the Army guard.
Keep up the good work.
That is perhaps my favorite hymn. I thought that I knew all of the verses, but I had never seen the last one before. Thank you for that, and for your most beautiful tribute.
Fantastic piece! Never thought to go back over the BHR and see its relevance in this day and age!
opit, all you needed to say was "thanks", and then sleep well--if you can stop wringing your hands in sorrow for those who rejoiced at the death of Americans long enough to fall asleep, safely, in a land where you are free to voice your opinion (or, actually, Rosie's and Ariana's opinion, but then again, where has objective reasoning ever gotten us)
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