May 29, 2018

Freedom

From the warm, swaying surf of Kealakekua
To the mountainous big skies ‘round Missoula
From the boulders that guard the shores of Maine
To the bluebell explosion on the hot Texas plain
There’s much to love about this land, our liberty and our Lord.

In a nation that opens its arms to the world
We lie vulnerable to cultural confusion.
Such conflicting beliefs, can we hope for relief,
Or is “one nation under God” an illusion?
Yet, so much to love about this land, our liberty and our Lord.

When our Anthem is played and our flag passes by,
Do we rise as one big family to attention?
Does blood spilled for freedom bring a tear to our eyes,
Or has respect been replaced by dissension?
Still, much to love about this land, our liberty and our Lord.

My country, ‘tis of Thee, sweet land of libertyMay we always be free, under God, don’t you see?

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