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Old Glory(1)by Mary Kay Young(990520).
Old Glory by Author Unknown.
Old Glory, by Melonie Richards.
Old Glory, by Mary Kay Young (990520)
As I walked down the road one fine morning,
In the gray light just before dawn,
I approached a house with a flagpole
Mounted up above the front lawn.
And I saw in the breeze that was blowing,
A sight that is common here in our land.
It was the flag that's known as Old Glory!
Stars and stripes Betsy Ross sewed by hand.
As I reached the edge of that lawn,
A beam of sunlight streamed 'cross the way
As the horizon was crested by dawn
Thus began another beautiful day.
I lifted my face to enjoy it
And then froze as my eyes did behold
What once was hidden by darkness
But sunlight had clearly exposed.
The flag was ragged and tattered,
Stars and stripes were faded and worn.
It's edges were raveled and threadbare.
It had seen much abuse, many storms.
Old Glory had not been protected,
Nor shielded from things that decay.
No value was placed on it's beauty,
To keep it from fading away.
As I gazed at it's once splendid colors,
Intended to glow like bright jewels,
I thought of our nation's beginnings,
And how it's seen many years of abuse.
When America's founders began it
They had many dreams for our land.
A place of bright hopes, new beginnings.
One Nation under God was the plan!
They believed in a Savior, Our Lord Jesus.
The Bible, God's Word, they did take,
To build a foundation for freedom.
The kind that the world can not shake.
But as years went the Word was rejected.
"We're too smart for that now, you see.
We've technology and so much knowledge,
For God we have no real need."
"In God We Trust" for this country,
States the money we hold in our hand, but
We've banned Him from all of our classrooms,
And are driving Him out of this land.
Our nation is cloaked now in darkness.
Those blinded by it still stand
And admire the beauty and splendor,
That their minds say is still in this land.
But the Son-light will soon break the darkness,
And reveal to us once and for all,
That the nation is faded and ugly,
And it is inevitable that it will fall.
For the Glory has gone out of Old Glory!
Our government no longer weighs
Decisions based on the Story
In which Jesus told us to stay.
We've perverted His Word and debased it,
Destroyed families and churches and man,
By making tolerance our national byword,
And sin as a natural plan.
We've ripped up our nation's foundation,
And built it anew on plain sand.
God's Glory is gone from Old Glory,
And a nation divided can't stand.
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Old Glory, by Author Unknown.
Son, do you see Old Glory flying up there
Waving her stars and stripes in the air?
Son that pole could be empty, or even worse yet,
Flying a dictators flag, if it was not for a vet.
Son the only reason this country is free
Is because someone else cared for you and me.
Someone else left their home and friends
And boarded a ship for foreign lands,
Where the peoples rights were taken away,
Even their right to speak and pray.
But they went and they stopped it dead
Before it had a chance to spread,
To the beaches of our precious shores,
And down the streets and into our doors,
Where you lay sleeping without a care.
But remember son someone had to be out there,
Carrying a pack and sleeping in the cold,
Or flying a plane shot full of holes,
Or under attack on a ship or sub,
Remember those men and women bub.
Because if they had not been willing to go,
Then Old Glories freedom you would never know.
And the right you have to protest your cause
Would have been replaced by some dictator’s laws.
So if you’re thinking to disgrace or burn Old Glory,
You’d better think twice and remember this story,
Because even though that flag gives you the right,
You might do well to get out of my sight.
Aw’w’w you might be big, and you might be fast,
But Old Glory flying on that there mast,
Represents someone’s blood spilled on the ground...
And son I’ll always be big enough to take you down!
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Old Glory, by Melonie Richards.
Old Glory, Old Glory
How graceful you are!
You stand like a wise man with all
fifty stars.
Old Glory, Old Glory
So graceful, so righteous,
Your colors so beautiful and truthful
to all of us.
Old Glory, Old Glory
What memories you bring,
Like when you were made by hand,
Needle, and string
Old Glory, Old Glory
You're important to me!
You stand for our country,
The Land of the Free!
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