Well, we're headed out this morning to provide the PA for the service at the cemetery. It's cloudy, and threatening rain at the moment. Yesterday I was listening to an old man tell the story of his dad who died in a sub in World War 1. It has come to my attention before but it struck me, people have died so I can have freedom. What a precious gift. How even more precious is the sacrifice of Jesus, who died to free me from sin! What wondrous love is this.
(I saw this at Echo's site and wanted to post it here. Hope you don't mind, Echos.)
God Of Our Fathers
God of our fathers - whose Almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies -
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.
Thy love divine has 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.