COMMEMORATING THE FOURTH OF JULY

Remember our forefathers
of the first thirteen colonies . . .
deprived of rightful freedoms
plagued by abuses and tyrannies? ~

Remember heavy burdens
too weighty, unjust to bear . . .
traitorous acts ~ abandonment ~ taxations
prolonged cruelties so unfair? ~

Remember finally "ENOUGH"
was cried . . .what Patrick Henry said . . .
If I cannot have liberty then
give me death instead? ~

Liberty of Faith to
believe in our God freely . . .
the blood of fallen heroes paying
the price for liberty ~

AHHH, AMERICA, REMEMBER
God shed His grace upon thee . . .
cast not your pearls before swine
lest trampled they shall be ~

Remember, America
Author of our Faith~The Finisher . . .
'tis by HIS will . . . HIS mighty hand
this great nation shall endure ~

Remember more than "politics"
confrontations small and great . . .
remember how we came to be
this Godly nation ~ our estate ? ~

Give rightful place to GOD
due reverence to HIM render . . .
July the 4th and every day
"AHHH, AMERICA, REMEMBER"

GOD, PLEASE BLESS AMERICA !

Mary Carter Mizrany
June 26, 2005
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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
"Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory"
Julia Ward Howe 1819~1910

Mine eyes have seen the glo~ry of the com~ing
of the Lord; He is tramp~ling out the vin~tage
where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fate~ful light~ning of his
ter~ri~ble swift sword;
His truth is march~ing on.

Chrous
Glo ~ ry ! glo~ ry ! Hal ~ le~ lu~ jah!
Glo ~ ry ! glo ~ ry! Hal ~ le~ lu~ jah!
Glo ~ ry! glo ~ ry ! Hal ~ le ~ lu ~ jah!
His truth is march ~ ing on.

I have seen him in the watch~fires of a
hun~dred circling camps; They have build~ed
him an al~tar in the eve~ning dews and damps;
I can read his righ~teous sen~tence by the
dim and flar~ing lamps;
His day is march~ing on.

Repeat Chorus

He has sound~ed forth the trum~pet that shall
ne~ver call re~treat; He is sift~ing out the hearts of men be~
fore his judg~ment seat, O be swift, my soul, to an~swer him; be
ju ~ bi ~ lant, my feet! Our God is march~ing on.

Repeat Chorus

In the bea ~ ty of the lil ~ lies Christ was
born a~cross the sea, With a glo~ry in his bo~som that trans~
figures you and me; As, he died to make men ho~ly, let us
die to make men free! While God is march~ing on.

Repeat Chorus

He is com ~ ing like the glo~ry of the
morn~ing on the wave; He is wis~dom to the might~y, he is
hon~or to the brave; So the world shall be his foot~stool, and the
soul of wrong his slave. Our God is march~ing on.

Glo ~ ry! Glo~ry! Hal ~ le ~ lu ~ jah!
Glo ~ ry! Glo~ry! Hal ~ le ~ lu ~jah!
Glo ~ ry! Glo~ry! Hal ~ le ~ lu ~jah!
His truth is march ~ ing on.

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