My first and probably only journal entry, 4 months ago Tim was performing just an average, ordinary task in Iraq, not knowing one of the Iraqis was planning on playing Judas and setting up an ambush. Tim spent the last four months in an intensive care unit at a Maryland hospital and with the help of prayers of many he hung in there. Now God came calling and Tim's eternity begins. Rest in peace, Tim, you've faught the good fight.
Isaiah 57:1 The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
2 He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.
God bless. My friends grandson lost someone in his unit in Afghanistan a couple of weeks ago. He was 23 and became a father while he was out there. He never got to see his son.
I\'ve Got a Heaven
Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry
Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise
Faith now regained
Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites
A spark of ever-burning power and conviction to fight
Pride be your name
They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life
And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight
Lay down your shame
Armed with resistance and blind to the cost
They say your purpose is mindless and lost
But we don't adhere to the slander they spill
We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will
[chorus]
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
[x2]
We are the sons of Holy Wrath, a shining light in the dark
The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts
Stand in death's way
Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth
Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth
You're not what they say
[chorus]
Turn over the tables and watch them run
You'll be the weapon they can't outgun