I pick up my pen.  I begin..I want to tell a story of a brave and courageous group of kids. 

They loved the Lord so much they gave their hearts to sing "the songs".

They would tell of His mighty grace, His forgiveness and of His love that abounds.

It didn't matter what others would say.

It didn't matter that most places turned them away.

They would sing praises to their King anywhere, anytime.

It wasn't for the money or for their glory.

It was because God Almighty had called them to tell a story of how much He loves us all....of the salvation...of the redeeming power of His only Son's spilled blood....of the highest price ever paid by anyone so we could come home.

Walking by faith they set out to fulfill the call on their lives to give the honor to God....not mankind

Where are they now?  They are still singing "the songs" to anyone who will listen....to anyone that comes along.

What did they receive for such obedience?  Eternal life with the author and finisher of their undying faith.

That was 25 years ago.  The pioneers of the Jesus movement.

Eve of Destruction rolls through my mind as I put my pen down.

Tears start rolling down my face as I realize what an awesome time in America it must have been.

But, more importantly of how a group of kids just wanted to sing about their Lord and King. 

How they would give everything for the Son of Man because He had died for them.