On this date, February 18, 1995, Tracie Joy McBride was murdered by Louis Jones, Jr. He was executed by lethal injection in Texas on March 18, 2003.
To learn more and hear from her loved ones, please go to this blog post.
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Tracie Joy McBride
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I and the Victims’ Families For The
Death Penalty will remember how Tracie live and not remember how she died. I
encourage people to donate money to the Tracie Joy McBride Scholarship Fund.
As a born again Christian, I will be
commending two prayers from the 1662 Book of Common Prayer and two Christian
songs, as Tracie was a former soldier:
A Prayer for All Conditions of Men:
O God, the
Creator and Preserver of all mankind, we humbly beseech thee for all sorts and
conditions of men; that thou wouldest be pleased to make thy ways known unto
them, thy saving health unto all nations. More especially we pray for thy holy
Church universal; that it may be so guided and governed by thy good Spirit,
that all who profess and call themselves Christians may be led into the way of
truth, and hold the faith in unity of spirit, in the bond of peace, and in
righteousness of life. Finally, we commend to thy fatherly goodness all those
who are in any ways afflicted or distressed, in mind, body, or estate;
[especially those for whom our prayers are desired]; that it may please thee to
comfort and relieve them according to their several necessities, giving them
patience under their sufferings, and a happy issue out of all their
afflictions. And this we beg for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.
Burial
of the Dead 1662:
ALMIGHTY
God, with whom do live the spirits of them that depart hence in the Lord, and
with whom the souls of the faithful, after they are delivered from the burden
of the flesh, are in joy and felicity: We give thee hearty thanks, for that it
hath pleased thee to deliver this our brother out of the miseries of this
sinful world; beseeching thee that it may please thee, of thy gracious
goodness, shortly to accomplish the number of thine elect, and to hasten thy
kingdom; that we, with all those that are departed in the true faith of thy
holy Name, may have our perfect consummation and bliss, both in body and soul,
in thy eternal and everlasting glory; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
The Battle Hymn of the
Republic:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where
the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of
a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the
evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by
the dim and flaring lamps:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in
burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners,
so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the
serpent with his heel,
his truth is marching on."
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
his truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that
shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him!
be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was
born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that
transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us
die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the
morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is
Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool,
and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
The Mansions of the Lord:
Source:
Below
are Randall Wallace's lyrics.
The
Mansions of the Lord
To
fallen soldiers let us sing
Where
no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our
broken brothers let us bring
To
the Mansions of the Lord
No
more bleeding, no more fight
No
prayers pleading through the night
Just
divine embrace, eternal light
In
the Mansions of the Lord.
Where
no mothers cry and no children weep
We
will stand and guard though the angels sleep
Through
the ages safely keep
The
Mansions of the Lord.
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