There is one who I worship,
when speech lacks promise;
we all have the tongues of
sinners, no matter how trusting
our hearts or how wise our irsises.
I believe in this land I live in,
and I hope I never place that pride before
my brothers and sisters.
But we are blessed with this land,
with dignity authored by God
in every cell, every heartbeat
we do not acknowledge.
Sacrifice must come first,
honor for creation, loyalty
towards a country still standing
as soldiers for Christ,
the pledge of allegiance
our stamina in the mornings
when we ask our feet
where we will journey today.
Sacrifice for God, for others,
sacrifice of ourselves,
that is not the biggest lie.
It is a humility we learn
in quiet prayers, spiritual truths,
hands wrinkled like pages
of a tossed aside novel.
We cannot stop believing in
the blessings of this land,
of a God we trust,
simply because wars and politics
muddle our design.
I am patriotic, but only if we
do not imprudently reject our
foundations, claim we can't wear
our morals as a legit defense,
the inspiration man could have never
crafted by himself.
God will lead this land...
and though voices crack and glass shatters,
there will still be those who believe
in His intervention
that faith in our country is not dead.
Our identity does not lie...
it is when we act on our interpretation
of what we are where we falter.
We are constantly encouraged by
a Father much stronger than us.
Our identity? Born from His sacrifice,
honor, love of humanity,
shadowed by greed and Satan's
pull toward belligerence.
I willingly will fight for this identity,
for it to be known across lands that
we are here for a purpose
