PYRAMID OF TRUTH

.​Nat Turner gave his life for us on November 11, 1931 in Jerusalem Virginia. He was the epitome of courage, determination and saintliness. An example all Black males must follow. He was born in South Hampton Virginia on October 2, 1800. He led a slave rebellion on August 21, 1831 in which they killed every caucasian they could find, which totaled 55.


Nat turners mothers name was Nancy, His wife name was Cherry, there is not much known about his father. We must follow Nat's exemplerary life of prayer, fasting and sacrifice. Nat turner was also considered a saint. We call on Nat turner to help guide us through these turbulent time and to strike our enemies down as he did on August 21, 1831.


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  • Battle Hymn Of The Republic3:54
  • I'm A Soldier2:50

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.
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 day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day 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.
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.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on. 

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching 

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