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Stonewall Jackson and his Mother's Influence
By Bryce A. Chandler
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The impact of a mother, may ne'er be known in full.
But the impact of a mother, engraves upon the soul.
There was a man in early times who braved the face of death,
For he had seen his mother, praying her last breath.
When he rode through battle, he did not trust his own.
The arm of flesh would fail him, he trusted Christ alone.
When he was only sev'n, his mother passed away.
"The grave could claim no vict'ry," he heard his step-dad say.
He knew the source right then and there of his dear mother's pow'r,
She had run to Jesus Christ, her strong and mighty tow'r.
When first he met the battle and was fighting for his land,
He stood there "like a stone wall", up-raised was his right hand.
When he returned to camp one eve', mistaken as a foe,
A volley poured upon him, a devastating blow.
His arm was amputated, but he counted this as gain,
That'd work for good in heav'n, if not in earth's domain.
Well, he died there from pneumonia, his mother's peace he knew,
He crossed that blessed river, and bid the world "adieu". |
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Blood is the Price
To the tune of "Red River Valley"
By Bryce A. Chandler
There is a storm that is gathering.
It is so far, but so near.
And under the clouds that are shadowing,
My eye is shedding a tear.
I will go on to the battle.
I will take up a knife and a gun.
And where I do hear the muskets rattle,
I'll follow the call of the drum.
I'll stand right beside our dear colors,
And defend them against all our foes.
Oh, we'll all be a band of happy brothers,
And share all our trials and woes.
And what if I fall in the battle?
Is my life worth more than the rest?
Or are those by my side only chattel,
That I should think my life was best?
Blood is the price of our freedom.
Did you not think it would be mine or yours?
For, if we do purpose to beat 'em,
Soldiers will fall by the scores. |
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Battle of Seven Pines,
Memoirs of a Soldier
By Bryce A. Chandler
O the glitter of saber; the flash of the knife;
The whinny of horses; the oncoming strife.
Such a thrill, O the feeling! The battle was on.
Now it was business and there weren't no yarn.
I might become dead, I might still yet live:
Nobody knew the dear fate God would give.
But here comes our Colonel, he motions us forward.
"On to the battle men, give them the sword!"
So through the mud, waist deep, we did plod;
With cheers we kept going, 'til the men reached firm sod.
On to the firing, there's smoke up ahead,
Our bayonets gleaming, the air full of lead.
A thick line of blue was hid by a wall,
But we just a' charged them, obeying our call.
Soon now they shivered and then their line broke,
But we kept upon 'em, to rid of them folk.
When we left the tree line that's when I did fall,
A bullet had passed right through my left jaw.
My mind seemed to leave me, my thoughts were of home.
The pain was a' heavy, but I tried not to groan.
And when the smoke cleared and the battle was done,
Our once great, large regiment, was dead 'neath the sun.
All men gave some, some men gave all,
But all of us soldiers did answer the call. |
A Father's Influence
A Tribute to my Father
By Bryce A. Chandler
A father sets examples for little ones to be.
A father stands for righteousness for his children to see.
The things the children see from him are how they know to dwell.
It's how they know to father and to teach their children well.
To teach in truth and doctrine; to love and to reprove,
Is a father's duty, that no one can remove.
I'm thankful that the Holy Book is my blest father's guide,
To go through worldly trials; to brave the earthly tide.
Daddy's growing older, but we needn't be ashamed.
Daddy's crown is hoary, a prize to be acclaimed.
When I become a father, I then will take his place,
And look to his example, to run this earthly race. |
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