I remember reading as a little child, the story of Francis Scott Key, waiting for the morning, to see the flag. I remember imagining the Rockets Red Glare, bursting in the air, the sights and sounds of horror and war. The morning dawned for Francis Scott Key and the song of our flags' preservation was penned.
Beyond our imagination, when our night of warfare of this life dawns into the presence of our Lord. His truth and His holiness and His goodness, not torn or diminished by our warring against Him in our sin. God will shine forth, just and the justifier of those that come to God in Christ. Halleluia!
