By: Tom Zart

America, the abundant, the place I was born I'll cherish till the day I die.Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground Who loved her the same as I.Her mountains are so tall they reach for the skyWith prairies where the green grasses grow.There's billions of trees where wild birds nestWith creatures that flourish below.That blue gold called water with which we are blessedAs raindrops or crystallized snow;Changes to rivers and fresh water lakesWhile the winds of our seasons blow.There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steelWith the harvest of farms and from the factories Balanced in a box on a wheel.Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall Structures of concrete, glass and steel.A statue in a harbor, a present from France Describes how, inside, we feel.That flag on the moon with red and white stripesProves America’s dreams come true.A country of heroes who line up to protectThe past, the present and the few.We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be foughtNever letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.Safeguarding our borders and system of lifeAs our forefathers sacrificed before.Never be afraid to be proud of AmericaAnd march with the brave, faithful and just.Refusing to submit to the will of our enemiesStanding firm to preserve what we trust.By Tom ZartSoldier For The Lord

NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA
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