Freedom Song

 

A dark star spangled sky,

Brilliant bursts of colored light.

Loud explosions echo strong,

As we celebrate our Freedom Song.

Our thoughts swept up in reverent memory,

Of those who died to make us Free.

How have we coped with this gift so rare?

What have we done? How do we care?

Our young ones die in bloody pools,

We’re oft’ afraid to send our kids to school.

At gunpoint men invade our homes,

At night we are afraid to roam.

Is this the freedom that was given us?

Or the result of the American dream being lost?

Our forefathers dreamed of one nation under God,

But somehow that dream is gone.

Our children aren’t allowed to pray in school,

Yet they’re allowed to play the fool.

We’re forced to separate church from state,

Yet it was God who made our country great.

We still stand and yell ’Let freedom ring’,

But without morals what will that bring?

When will we return to our forefather’s dream?

When will we once again be the Cream?

Rising to the top once again,

An example to the world of what happens when,

You live your life to please almighty God,

When you sing a true Freedom Song!

 

By Kent R. Parker Sr.

July 4, 2000

Here are my Favorite Poems

There are many more and I will post more later

Every cloud has a silver lining,

Yet ‘oft times it’s hard to see,

When the storm clouds gather,

What good that there might be.

Yet after the rain has fallen,

The tree can sprout its leaves,

Flowers begin to bloom again,

The grass again is green.

 

We see the fluffy white cloud,

Against the sky so blue,

How beautiful it looks to us,

But then it changes hue.

We watch the storm clouds gather,

And ’oft we hide our heads,

Not wanting to see the strife,

We run and hide instead.

 

Yet when the rainbows shining,

We all come out to see,

To stare in wide eyed wonder,

And ponder how this can be.

To understand the reason,

The rainbow’s in the sky,

Just ask ourselves what good came,

Of the storm that passed us by.

Hands that hold,

Hands that share.

Hands never cold,

Hands that care.

 

Hands that touch,

Hands that feel.

Hands hold so much,

Hands that heal.

Holy hands that caught me

when I fell,

Hands that saved me from

the fires of hell.

Hands that were wounded

and then were raised,

Hands that are lifted

to you in praise.

Secrets To A Long And Happy Marriage

 

Become best friends; this will keep you from growing apart.

Never go to bed angry; actually never go anywhere angry.

Always be willing to compromise; both opinions are important.

Put the needs of your spouse first; you get back what you give away.

A solid marriage is a love triangle; keep Christ in the center.

Love each other as Christ loves the church.

 

Love is patient, Love is kind.

Love does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.

Love keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth.

Love always protects, always trusts, always perseveres.

 

And now these three remain: Faith Hope and Love.

But the greatest of these is Love.

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