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12/25/10

America My Country

America My Country

The tears the Lord shed for our sin
Were wept in waters saved for Him,
From His snowy beard in the frozen north,
To the warmer climes bursting forth


Think not, ask not, to try to say,
But let the lips speak forth to save or slay
A thousand, thousand legions on the field,
That to Thy loving justice seat appealed.

Persuasion first, afterward conviction;
Facts, stubborn things, makes a good diction.
The Constitution is our Court of Law
Enshrined it sits ‘fore Solomon in awe.

No verse can do its majesty real justice
Or praise enough the royal family Custis,
Whose girls provided both our leaders wives,
One for the Union, the other’n cost us lives.

A brilliant stone set in a swampy mess,
For justice and pursuit of happiness,
Distilled from Old World juices, hate and fear,
That on these shores became one nation dear,

The Capital wherein the Congress sat.
We’ve got the ball, the glove, the place, the bat.
Our team knows the rules of the game,
That had the will, the blessing, not of Cain.

We the Almighty’s, called to do His will,
We have the Devil snarling at us still.
We labor under persecutions wild,
Saved we must be as a little child.

Forget our prayers not, to You seeking,
Thrown up toward heaven without ceasing,
With David’s heart contrite gone before us,
And racial memory Jung, in our sub-conscious.

We ask in Thy name, not our name,
We ask for us, the rich the poor the same,
Your blessing on our enterprise. Amen.
For those who wish us well, good will toward them.

So’s not to make a mockery of your Word,
We look into it oft, word by word.
Which word is torn and wrenched by those who steal,
But raised above mere men, by what we feel.

If we are wrong to feel so justified,
Tell us where we’ve gone astray or lied.
We want to put it all aright today,
And even let the Devil have his say.

But in the end we plead our case to You
As Catholic, Protestant and Jew,
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Shinto too,
Cacophony of sounds, an Irish stew.

You can sort it out, you know our heart,
We who were your children from the start.
You know us, and we know you quite well,
While others offer chants, incense, and bells.

We don’t think you can be bought or swayed,
By coin, and clattering trinkets, all man-made,
Or vestibules and altars with brocade,
Signet rings, and trappings are no aid.

Majesty is simply not for sale,
It’s only for the sick and those who ail.
So put away your checkbooks and your gold,
Throw them at the feet of gods of old.

Sure, you can’t take it with you in the fold,
Where sinners will be cast out in the cold.
The chosen sheep will always find a home
In heaven with our LORD, never alone.

But back to Capitol Steps we love to visit,
Rotundas, and balconies, where benches sit,
Incomparable, incalculable, the cost,
Our Liberty was bought with holocaust.




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