Listen my son, for to you I confer

Our history, our past and beseech you


For the crimson stain of our brothers

Splattered across our homeland walls


For the smell of burnt flesh and embers

Where our sisters once danced aflamed


For the sound of the desert zephyrs

That buried our children’s weary corpses


So to you my son, these words I transfer

Lest we forget the Hand that saved us


Click here for a summary of the Armenian Genocide. April 24th is the day that we remember the atrocities committed against thousands of Christian families (my own great grandfather being one of them), and the light of faithfulness that still shined through all that horror.


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