The Fields of Lost Tomorrows


On the fields of lost tomorrows
Where the dead, our freedom bought
Stand granite sentinels, watching....
O'er the ground where heroes fought

Where the trumpets have gone silent
And the drums have ceased to beat
Where the flags once waved so bravely
High above the marching feet

The fields of lost tomorrows
Where young men shed their blood
And sacrificed their only lives
To stem the enemies flood

Now quiet, peaceful pastures
The fields have all become
With only songs born of the wind
Where once there roared the guns

These fields of lost tomorrows
Where our hallowed dead now lie
Would be fields of betrayal
Should we let their memories die

For our peace and prosperity
Taken granted for ..... today
Was purchased by the purposed youth
Of dangerous yesterdays

On fields of lost tomorrows
Where their lives they freely gave
Where the cornerstones of liberty
Were laid upon their graves

Where the loved ones of the fallen
Washed the ground with all their tears
As to clean the land of sorrow
For the young of later years

So it should be our duty
To forever sing the praise
Of the dead of lost tomorrows
Whose blood bought .... our bright todays

Dan Harris



No Matter What Comes

One of my favorite Bible stories as a kid was the three Hebrew children in the fiery furnace. It's a classic. And let's be honest, we love that southern gospel song that mentions the fourth man in the fire.

What intrigues me isn't that they survived the fire. It's not even the "fourth man" part. As amazing as this miracle is, my attention is on a couple verses before they were thrown in. They said:

  If that is the case, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us from your hand, O king. But if not, let it be known to you, O king, that we do not serve your gods, nor will we worship the gold image which you have set up. Daniel 3:17-18 NKJV

Just to be clear, it's the "But if not, let it be know..." part that amazes me.

They wanted the king to know that their God could save them, but even if He chose not to He was still their God.

Even if He chose not to. Let that sink in.

There is a generation coming up whose dedication to God is based off Him doing what they want Him to do. They feel like prayer, fasting, and attending services has earned them answered prayers. They get mad at God when they don't get what they want.

In their head the roles have reversed, and God is suppose to serve them.

My mind can't help but go to the early church martyrs. Men and women were put in arenas wearing animal skins. They would continually call out for the mercy of God, while wild beast devoured them.

They didn't get what they wanted, but He was still their God.

Today God is looking for faithfulness. He is looking for those who will serve Him, even when life doesn't make sense. Even when the sickness doesn't go away. Even when they don't get that job or raise. Even when they are treated poorly.

Let it be known, no matter what comes He is still my God.

Written by April Pruett