My home! My land! And I can feel
The eyes of Jesus very real
Upon the fields of verdant land
Brought to fruition by toiling hands.
A land so born to hold men free;
To live in sovereign dignity;
Born to honor Almighty God -
Swearing allegiance to uphold His law!
The same sins causing man to fall
Still, in these days, are tempting all,
And struggling with mass immigration
The world is smaller, as is the nation;
Things creep in we never meant -
By our soul’s arch enemy sent!
We hold,...we fight...we think we’ve won
When the mist clears, we’ve just begun!
Now think, dear friend, and know it’s true -
God did not take prayer out of school.
God did not say “Throw the unborn out”...
God’s voice isn’t in the demanding shout,
“Give us our way! We demand it now!”
Only 2% - yet they make us bow!
We strain at a gnat - swallow a horse!
Then say it’s only “par” for the course.
Let’s go back to majority rule ~
At Christmas, a real Christmas scene at school...
How about teaching manners, mercy, and trust ~
Lift up the right heroes ~ not given to lust?
Let’s keep America wholesome and pure
Where a standard is built and a country endures.
Friend, if we don’t hold our colors up high...
The beautiful dream...of America...will die!
Joan Clifton Costner
“All nations that forget God....”