My heart aches for the Natives who lived in the vast land in great freedom.
My heart aches for the pilgrims who left all behind for a new country of freedom.
My heart aches for the pioneers who traveled great distances to acquire even more freedom.
My heart aches for a group of people who lived in slavery in the midst of a country promising freedom to all.
My heart aches for a country torn in half and for all the citizens lost trying to gain separate freedoms.
My heart aches for all lives given in all the wars fought, to gain and keep our freedom
My heart aches for immigrants who came because of a ‘Lady in the Harbor’ with a promise of freedom.
My heart aches for the strife today because we do not understand the value of our freedom.
My heart aches for it seems as if slipping through our fingers is our gift of freedom
My heart thrills, for I know that if we call upon God and confess our sin, He will continue our freedom.
by: Belinda Jo Adams 1994
|In the midst of all our disagreements and plans for the future of our country, let's not forget our children and the freedom they may not have ..... if we forget God.|
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