Lest We Forget

In Flanders Fields

BY JOHN MCCRAE

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,     That mark our place; and in the sky     The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,     Loved and were loved, and now we lie,         In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw     The torch; be yours to hold it high.     If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow         In Flanders fields.

I am honored and blessed that I have had generations of family members fight so that I had the right to practice my beliefs freely. Let us never forget the sacrifices that were made for us by our earthly family. Let us also never forget the ultimate sacrifice that our Lord Jesus Christ made for us on the cross so we would all be washed by His blood.

Yours in Christ

Heather