OLD GLORY FLAPS IN THE BREEZE

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