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Tuesday, June 21, 2022

PASTOR BROWN

 
            SUNLIGHT FILTERED THROUGH THE TREES
            WHEN WE HEARD THE TRUMPET’S CALL
            WE DRESSED OUR LINES, BEGAN TO PRAY
            AS THE BOMBARDMENT BEGAN TO FALL

            THE DRUMMERS BEGAN A QUICK CADENCE
            AS WE EMERGED FROM THOSE TREES
            FIFTEEN THOUSAND WERE MARCHING
            AN AMAZING SIGHT SO IT SEEMED TO ME

            BAYONETS GLEAMED IN THE SUNLIGHT
            THE REGIMENTAL FLAGS WERE UNFURLED
            OUR GOAL WAS ALMOST A MILE AWAY
            DEADLY BARRAGE TOWARD IT WE HURLED

            THE SUN WAS HOT AND OVERBEARING
            AS WE STARTED UP THAT FATEFUL HILL
            WHAT WE WERE ABOUT TO ENCOUNTER
            WOULD TEST THE BRAVEST MAN’S WILL

            AROUND US THE SHELLS WERE DEADLY
            RIPPING GAPING HOLES IN OUR LINES
            CARNAGE, SMOKE WAS EVERYWHERE
            IT WREAKED HAVOC UPON MY MIND

            BULLETS FLEW IN AN ANGRY SWARM
            SOUNDING LIKE A HIVE OF ANGRY BEES
            MEN ALL AROUND ME WE DROPPING
            AND I WONDERED WAS ONE FOR ME

            AND THEN SOMETHING TO ME HAPPENED
            AND TO THIS DAY I CAN’T EXPLAIN
            I BEGAN TO SEE INTO ANOTHER REALM
            UPON THAT HILL WE TRIED TO GAIN

            BESIDE ME MARCHED OUR CHAPLAIN
            OUR BELOVED PASTOR BROWN, HIS NAME
            BIBLE CLUTCHED CLOSE TO HIS BREAST
            UNWAVERING FAITH, ALWAYS THE SAME
            ONE MOMENT HE WAS LOUDLY PRAYING
            AND THE NEXT MOMENT HE DROPPED
            A CRY OF ANGUISH WAS CLEARLY HEARD
            AS OUR BELOVED PASTOR WAS STOPPED

            FROM HIS BODY HIS SPIRIT AROSE
            AND I COULD SEE IT AS PLAIN AS DAY
            AMAZED, I STOPPED IN TOTAL AWE
            AS TOWARD HEAVEN IT WENT IT’S WAY

            OVERHEAD THERE WAS A GATHERING
            A SOLEMN BUGLE WAS RALLYING TROOPS
            THE RANKS WERE FILLING QUICKLY
            IN THAT REBEL HEAVEN BOUND GROUP

            I SAW OUR PASTOR BROWN TAKING ROLL
            WITH THE ANGELS BY HIS SIDE
            NO LONGER IN BUTTERNUT OR GRAY
            ADORNED IN WHITE AS CHRIST’S BRIDE

            THE BATTLE IS NOW FINALLY OVER
            AND HOW I SURVIVED I DON’T KNOW
            THE RALLY ABOVE IS COMPLETED
            OVER GETTYSBURG DOWN BELOW

            THEY MARCHED UNTIL OUT OF SIGHT
            KEEPING STEP, ETERNAL DRUM BEAT
            RISING, THEY WENT INTO THE SKY
            TO REST AT THEIR SAVIOR’S FEET

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