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A REAL SOLDIER

Posted by Cheryl on November 11, 2015 at 9:05 AM

Happy Veterans Day And Thank you To Those Who Served The Lord And Our Country!!!!!


2Timothy 2:3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

2Timothy 2:4 No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.

2Timothy 2:5 And if a man also strive for masteries, yet is he not crowned, except he strive lawfully.

2Timothy 2:6 The husbandman that laboureth must be first partaker of the fruits.

2Timothy 2:7 Consider what I say; and the Lord give thee understanding in all things.

A Missionary who goes out on the field away from family, away from all he knows, and serves the Lord 24/7. Sometimes not having clean water, food, and is in dangerous surrondings, and loves what he does for the Lord.

Those who serve the Lord daily, who aren't afraid of what the world will do. Those who have the Lord first in their heart, others, then self.

What Makes A Hero? What Makes A True Soldier?

Soldier Grey - Poem by R. K. Hart

The young soldier boy stood rain soaked,

In a battle torn, well-worn grey coat.

The coat was drawn at the waist,

With big buckled belt in place.

His coat slashed opened by an enemy's sword,

The result of an attack by the enemy hord.

His boots worn from days of marching to the flute,

They were once a blue coats boot.

He had few treasures the soldier boy,

A small cracked photograph his greatest joy.

He looked at his mother and father with muffled sighs,

And remembered warm pies, and Virginia skies.

His soaked hat and long hair hid a battle worn fear,

As he searched for sight of blue his eye had a tear.

And his thoughts switched from this time of war,

To his hometown girl and farming chores.

Instantly soldier grey was shaken from his thoughts,

Canon blasted taking life, brave young men distort.

Maiming and claiming limbs cutting men down,

Then comes a silence from across the ground.

Minutes passed then came a blue uniformed wall,

First the volley shot and the smoky pall.

Now a bayonet drove out of the smoky mist,

Driven to his shoulder and agonies twist.

Now wounded the soldier grey is down,

On a slush of blood and muddy ground.

He would see years spent in the enemy's jail,

Battles all in his past, no more of deaths wail.

At wars end and grey soldier broken released,

And his thought turn home yet his battle not ceased.

In the north he is still the enemy of old,

Staying out towns walking through snow so cold.

As southern accents as more frequent sound,

His foreboding slowly unwound.

Pats of appreciation on his shoulder,

Little by little he walked a little bolder.

Welcoming rebel yells as he entered home hamlet,

Kisses from mother, sister and sweetest Juliet.

For years he carried the scaring years of war dream,

Marry and farm only half the man that may have been.

But is his now down is the plough and the sword,

They say he has gone home to be with his Lord.

He lived his life considering the futility of war,

Peace his dream and he has it now evermore.

R. K. Hart 30/10/2012

What is not a Hero:

Someone defending transgender.

A Famous Sports player living in the world doing nothing for the Lord.

A Feminist teaching little girls stomp men into the ground, you are strong.

Celebrities living in glamour half dressed, partying, in their fairy tale world.

Any one living a lie.

Any one not living for the Lord, mocking any race White, Black, Asian. Prideful, promoting, fornication, drugs, violence, disrespect.

Planned Parenthood.

 

Colossians 1:10 That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God;

Colossians 1:11 Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness;

Colossians 1:12 Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light:

Colossians 1:13 Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son:

Colossians 1:14 In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins:

 

Ephesians 5:10 Proving what is acceptable unto the Lord.

Ephesians 5:11 And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.

Ephesians 5:12 For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret.

Ephesians 5:13 But all things that are reproved are made manifest by the light: for whatsoever doth make manifest is light.

Ephesians 5:14 Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.

 

 

James 1:19 Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:

James 1:20 For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.

James 1:21 Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls.

James 1:22 But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.

 


Love,

Cheryl

Galations 2:20

Philippians 4:13

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ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS

 

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

With the cross of Jesus going on before.

Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;

Forward into battle see His banners go!

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

With the cross of Jesus going on before.

At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee;

On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!

Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;

Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.

Like a mighty army moves the church of God;

Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.

We are not divided, all one body we,

One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.

Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,

But the church of Jesus constant will remain.

Gates of hell can never ’gainst that church prevail;

We have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail.

Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,

Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.

Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King,

This through countless ages men and angels sing.

 

 

MARCHING TO ZION

 

 

Come, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;

Join in a song with sweet accord,

Join in a song with sweet accord

And thus surround the throne,

And thus surround the throne.

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from the place;

Religion never was designed

Religion never was designed,

To make our pleasures less,

To make our pleasures less.

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;

But favorites of the heavenly King,

But favorites of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad,

May speak their joys abroad.

 

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

The God that rules on high,

And thunders when He please,

Who rides upon the stormy sky,

Who rides upon the stormy sky,

And manages the seas,

And manages the seas.

 

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our Love;

He will send down his heav’nly powers,

He will send down his heav’nly powers,

To carry us above,

To carry us above.

 

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

There we shall see His face,

And never, never sin!

There, from the rivers of His grace,

There, from the rivers of His grace,

Drink endless pleasures in,

Drink endless pleasures in.

 

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

Yea, and before we rise,

To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss,

Should constant joys create,

Should constant joys create.

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

The men of grace have found,

Glory begun below.

Celestial fruits on earthly ground

Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow,

From faith and hope may grow.

 

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets

Before we reach the heav’nly fields,

Before we reach the heav’nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets,

Or walk the golden streets.

 

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

 

Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,

To fairer worlds on high,

To fairer worlds on high.

 

 

We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.

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