Poetry

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I woke up this morning way before dawn
I sat on my bench by the edge of the lawn
I meditated on the Lord and his goodness to me
I am blessed to live in America where I am free

I have a tall flag pole by my little white shed
I just raised a new flag, it is white, blue and red
I saw Old Glory whipping around in the breeze
For years it has flown over the land and the seas

As a young child I held my hand over my heart
I learned the Pledge of Allegiance, part by part
I recalled that day when I raised my right hand
I promised to support and defend our great land

As I watched Old Glory gently flapping in the wind
I prayed to the Lord and asked that he would mend
Our great nation so it would not be divided and fall
I believe the Lord heard me as on his name I did call

The red of Old Glory reminds me of the soldiers' blood
Shed on foreign desert sands and in the jungle mud
The 50 white stars set against the blue background
Reminds me of God's grace that is spread all around

God Bless America is a phrase that we often hear
Repeated on many lips day by day, year by year
Indeed God has blessed America in a mighty way
Because of the many that to him do kneel and pray


Copyright 2005 (Oct 2), Irvin L. Rozier, Captain (Retired) US Army

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