A trilogy of poems by Chaplain Mike. II. The Father A hundred years have passed, or so it seems, Since news was brought to me–oh father’s joy! A son, our first, the image of his kin. How strong he rose! How righteous, true! Serious child with scrupulous eye, Steadfast he stands, surveys the family stock. [...]
For All the Saints
For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed. Alleluia, Alleluia! Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might; Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. Alleluia, Alleluia! [...]








