Rally Up! In Georgia

A poem by E Norris Class of 76

The troops from FBC were fresh, the call to "Charge" was cried
And they rushed forth to storm the beach, and at once, some fell and died
So the others dropped down to the earth, and bellied towards the fray
And the battle days turned into months, a year soon passed away

And the soldiers kept on fighting, it would not end 'til death,
And oft they had no ammo, of armour, they're bereft
Years then passed spent for the Lord, and oft wounds were sustained
And some took leaves of furlough, with injuries and pain

You didn’t have to look too far, to see a brother brace
Another fallen comrade carried, back to a safer place
Their leader, strong, He is a king, who powers the attack
On Satan's gates, He leads the charge and soon is coming back

With strength from Him they fight, these troops from FBC
With struggles they are wrought, the prize, eternity
And the soldiers all had taken wounds, and needed help to stand
Those fresh young kids from days of yore-- now a ragged, broken band

Remember during the Civil War, when a battle went askew
Despair and fear are crippling souls, as battles often do
A bugler and a flag bearer would signal rendezvous
“Rally!” they would cry aloud. “Regroup! Refresh, anew!”

So like the battle-worn soldiers, who clashed in days of yore
The troops of FBC come back, exhausted, weary, sore
Rally round the Lord, over ‘neath the Georgia sky
Time to Rally FBC, up on eagle wings to fly

To all FBC fighters, who're still God’s soldiers true
Rally now to run His race, you're still His fighting crew
And the cost to Rally’s tiny, little more than a small pittance
So register today, and to FBC send your remittance.