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I had a dream the other night ... I'd like to share with you...

A figure was walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand...
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by the bed,
he took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:

 

"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny,
For future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave."

"The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly, while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a slave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave."
 
"You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent."
 
"Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate.
Your Christian values can't be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S."
 
"Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled,
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame,
You've taken Satan's number, as you've traded in your name."
 
"You've given government control to those who do you harm,
So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm,
And keep the country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail."
 
"Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn.
Your daughters visit doctors so their children won't be born.
Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars."
 
"Can you regain freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don't you have the courage or the faith to stand with pride.
Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be enslaved?"

"Sons and daughters of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our great republic and each God-given right,
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!"

 

 

 

 

 

As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from which he came.
His words were true, we are not free. We have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
 
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream while you're asleep,
And wondered what remains of our rights he fought to keep
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave ~

"Is this still the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave?"

~Thelen Paulk © All rights reserved ~

 

 

       

Don't let them banish our Father of Freedom

from His Land of the Free!

 

 

 

 

 

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And departing, leave behind us

Footprints in the Sands of Time.

~ Longfellow ~

 

 

 

 

 

We live by words:

LOVE, TRUTH and GOD.



We fight for words:

FREEDOM, COUNTRY, and FAME.



We die for words:

LIBERTY, GLORY, and HONOR.



They sanctify.

They teach.


- © Leo Rosten  All rights reserved -

 

 


~ Theme from "Shindler's List" ~

 

 

 

Why does our government

spend billions of tax dollars

on politics and foreign aid,

while denying valid medical complaints

of it's Veterans?


 

Why do our homeless war Veterans sleep

in cardboard boxes while our criminal

convicts receive free medical and dental care,

wholesome food and shelter,

modern exercise equipment,

free use of a well-equipped law library,

and have the right to sue the government


from prison?


 

And why in America

do we use the word "Politics"

to describe the process so well —

"Poli" in Latin meaning "many"

and "tics" meaning "bloodsucking creatures"???

 

 

 

 

 

Life is changed, not taken away.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

 

 

 

 

 


The Rest of The Story "Sweet Hour of Prayer"

 

 






 
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