Peter, Becca, and Stephen sat down with their parents for their last dinner in Germany. No one spoke. Peter looked around the table. Stephen’s family was kind. At least his mother would have a comfortable place to live, and Nora would help her take care of Baby Lilly. “Be grateful for small things,” he remembered his father telling him. “If you work hard, you can make your own luck.” His father’s luck had run out.
After dinner, Peter took out his violin and, at his mother’s urging, played “With God by Our Side.” The grownups sang, the impending loss of their children weighing heavily on their hearts. Peter’s penetrating notes chased the sullen Stephen out of the room.
We are marching forward with God by our side.
We will not leave our path, for He will be our guide.
Hold my hand, lift our voices in prayer across the land.
For we have made our choices, and together we will stand.
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