Thursday, July 5, 2007

Our Flag

Our flag is the symbol of this favored land
Its colors are red white and blue
It represents courage of those who would stand
And would die to protect me and you.

The bars of the flag that are beautifully white
Stands for innocence and purity.
While red is for valor against those we fight
And the blue is for Justice we see.

The stars are assembled on background of blue
They represent stars in the sky
Together these symbols remind me and you
That divine goals are why we should try.

When counted these stars number fifty you know
They represent states in our land
And "In God we Trust" is our motto we show
While together we always will stand.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Bless This Land

T’was on the 4th of a summer month
So many years ago,
When forefathers, sons and daughters,
Gave lives so our country could grow.

They fought for the rights and freedom we have;
They fought for their families too.
They fought against Tyrants and unrighteous law,
And did this for me and for you.

These patriots fought for the freedom to pray,
And to worship the God of their choice.
Then against bitter odds, but with divine help
They fought, to be Government’s voice.

So now we here stand, in this favored land
With freedom and liberty too.
To guard and protect and cherish these rights,
Is something that we should all do.

Now join me this day on the 4th of July
As we raise our voices to say;
God bless this land and this Government too.
God bless, the U. S. of A.!

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Soldiers

Looking out on the horizon,
Cheek rested on his M-16
So much work left to be done
So much left to be seen.
His uniform tan and brown
Like the color of the sand
He sits fatigued now
Watching the dirt sift through his hand.
The hours roll on by
All work and not much fun
He adjusts the helmet as he sighs
And stares up at the blazing sun.
He checks and rechecks his gear
As sweat drips from his brow
He wishes it was home here
Or that he could be there now.
He looks out at the sand
Collecting it inside his bag
He stares down in his hand
A small American flag.
He remembers why he's here
He remembers his call
He remembers that year
When men gave their all.
He sits up straighter now
He understands his part
He answered the call somehow
It must be the pride in his heart.