BullDog{PFP}

"O Lord our Father, our young patriot, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle - be Thou near them! With them - in spirit - we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved fireside to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending windows with unavailing grief; help us turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it- for our sakes who adore thee Lord blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him who is the source of love, and who is the everfaithful refuge and friend of all that are so beset and seek his aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen."-Mark Twain....................................................... ............................................................ ............................................................ .......................................................In the wake of this new mythological age,I find myself standing before my Creator.I look back on my life and ponder all that i have accomplished,seeing the good deeds that i have done,spreading joy to a once melancholic people,now jubilant and radiating with light.Among others,I see the faces of all that I have wronged.These faces,twisted with pain and agony,stare back,their eyes melting away in the fire that was once me.One face stands out among the countless others.I see the crown of thorns placed around His head,blood dripping down His heavily bruised face.What was once a beard was violently torn from His face.An agonizing scream that pierced the very core of my bones was let out.Weary,bloodshot eyes gaze back at me.They tell the story of the wretched pain that He endured.Soon,the rest of this Man's body was shown to me.After being whipped 49 times through,He was not recognizable as a man.His body was broken,literally broken.What was once His back now resembled a battlefield that a full scale war was fought on.Shards of glass lay embedded in His shoulders.Skin was so badly ruptured that organs lay exposed to the stinging,foul air.Tiny pieces of skin are scattered throughout,most of it lay in the small pools of blood trinkled thoughout the field.I am soon shown the scene up on the hill atop Mt Calvary.He was hung out to die,enduring excrutiating pain while He was nailed to a cross.Each passing second comes less and less air to fill the starving lungs.I see the Man now,dying a horrible death than none of us could ever imagine,melting away in the fire that was once me.Everything turns to black and i am soon taken to reality.I stand before my Creator,weeping uncontrolable.His powerful voice,so powerful that it shakes even the mightiest of stars in this universe,speaks to me,"THIS IS MY SON WHOM I HAVE GIVEN.FEAR NOT,FOR U BELIEVED AND WERE FAITHFUL IN MY CALLING.SURELY YOU WILL BE IN PARADISE WITH HIM THIS DAY."