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THE GREAT PATRIOTIC SONGS OF OUR NATION ARE LOVELY PRAYERS |
"AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL" by Katherine Lee BatesO beautiful, for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountains majesty,
Above the fruited plains!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea..... O beautiful for pilgrim's feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law...... O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
'Til all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine...... O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea......AMEN
********************************* "GOD BLESS AMERICA" by Irving Berlin God bless America, land that I love,
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with the light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with snow,
God bless America
My home sweet home!
God bless America
My home sweet home!......AMEN
********************************* "AMERICA" by Samuel Francis Smith My country 'tis of Thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring! My country 'tis of thee
Land of the noble free
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above. Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King......Amen.
********************************* BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC by Julia Ward Howe 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 has loosed the fateful lightning
Of his terrible swift sword,
His Truth is marching on! He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before the judgement seat,
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him,
Be jubilant, my feet!
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. Chorus
Glory, glory hallelujah,
Glory, glory hallelujah,
Glory, glory hallelujah,
His truth is marching on......AMEN
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"IT WAS THE SOLDIER" |
When you hear the bells of freedom ring
And you know that you are free-
And you have the right to do what may,
Things were not always this way.Freedom hasn't always been
The Freedom we know now
It was the soldier of the field
Who made us free somehow. But again it wasn't an accident
It was by their loyalty
They laid their lives down on the line
To give us freedom FREE. |
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Who alone in some God-forsaken land Who slept in trenches with mud and cold
Who knelt beside a dying friend Whose hand had just grown cold.It was the soldier....
Who wrote his children letters From the depths of forests dim
Who told those children "grow up proud" To love and pray for him. Years of service some have given Our soldiers brave and tall
All gave everything they could But some of them gave ALL. Yes, it was the soldier...
Who joined the ranks of services To protect this land they loved
And some are still protecting us From the light of God above. So when you hear the freedom bells O'er the land you'll hear them ring
Remember...it was the Soldier Who paid the price for freedom's ring. A special thanks for all who served And those serving yet today
May God bless our soldiers And God bless the USA.
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The Measure of a Country |
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In case we find ourselves starting to believe
all the anti-American sentiment and negativity
about our government and its policies, we should
remember Tony Blair's words to his own people.
During a recent interview Prime Minister Tony Blair
of Great Britain was quoted giving the following answer
to one his parliament members as to why he believes
so much in America and its President, and does he think
they are on the right track?
Blair's reply -- "A simple way to take measure of a
country is to look at.....how many want in.......and
how many want to get out."
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TONY BLAIR | |
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Christmas -- all is secure! (Santa visits a Soldier) |
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT." ***************************************************************************** | | *Copyright Infringement noticeSome of the images and other content contained on Zion Lutheran Web Site are provided by third parties. This web site does not allow, consent to, or knowingly post any such images and other content that infringe the copyrights, or other intellectual property rights, of any person or entity. If you believe that the use or posting of any of such images or content may infringe your rights or the rights of any other person or entity, please inform us immediately by sending an e-mail message to:
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