Fellowship Hall

The famous ride of Paul Revere, as he cried out "give me liberty or give me death."  So many lives have been given for our precious freedoms;  especial our freedom of religion, speech, to bear arms to protect what is ours. etc. I wrote a poem years ago when I was going through a great hardship. It Is called, "WOUNDED SOLDIER."  There are times God's soldiers are wounded, The enemies dares hit again and again. Disaster strikes, wounds go deep, sorrow begins. Trusting God, one day at a time, to see us through. To do what only our Lord Jesus Christ can do. In our frail and blinded minds, Common sense is left behind. Heartaches by the number,  Troubles seem to have no end, Jesus is an everlasting friend.  Where are our sisters and brothers, Are we not members one of another! To tarry with us  in prayer along the, way or lend us a helping hand. Neglected and abused by many of our peers, but Jesus is the friend who's ever near.  By his Holy Spirit, pouring in the oil and wine. The healing process begins in time.  God sent us Christians, faithful and true, And in God's word we humbly grew.  Now we are stronger, wounded no longer.  We stand firm armour and shields, led by God's Spirit, to the bat6tlefield. REMEMBER to give God's loving hand, For some day in their place you may stand.  This speaks of a wounded Christian, but solders in battle are wounded by their peers also.  Galatians 5:1 stand fast in the liberty where with Christ has made you free, and be not entangled with  the yoke of bondage. 2 Corinthians 3:17 Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.  3:18  But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.   Who's image do they see in us > Hopefully Christ in us, the hope of Glory. Genny