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I am a self-taught pianist that originally hails from Pennsylvania. I have a love of music that spans several decades. My Grandmother instilled in me the gift of listening to the sound of music no matter where it was. I was raised as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but sang as a young boy soprano in a boys choir for another church. Those years of learning music and techniques would forever stay with me as well as playing the recorder. I am married and am a grandfather and find great joy in my posterity. I moved to the Salt Lake area a couple years ago for employment and love it here (although I do miss my children and grandchildren terribly). I am humbled to be a member of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir as a music missionary. I have been truly blessed and acknowledge all the gifts and blessings that I enjoy to Him, my Savior.
I wrote this last year after seeing Joyce Kilmer's stirring poem and the tune almost immedietly popped into my head. While not a traditional hymn per se, it could be sung by a Ward Choir in memory of the fallen. Those who paid the ultimate saciice for our freedoms that we enjoy today. I hope yo enjoy and please leave feedback if you are so inclined.
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Lyrics: The bugle echos shrill and sweet, but not of war it sings today.
The road is rhythmic with the feet of men at arms who come to pray.
The roses blossom white and red on tombs where weary soldiers lie;
flags wave above the honored dead and martial music cleaves the sky.
Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, they kept the faith and fought the fight.
Through flying lead and crimson steel. They plunged for Freedom and the Right.
May we, their grateful children learn their strength, who lie beneath this sod,
who went through fire and death to earn at last the accolade of God.
In shining rank on rank arrayed they march, the legions of the Lord;
He is their Captain unafraid, the rince of Peace. Who bought a sword.