Poems and Bible Verses
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Old Glory
American Heritage

The trumpet sounds!

The message of the mobs

Invitation to ground zero

Rebuilding New York

Don't Tread On Me!

Old Glory

Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of color beneath the sky:
Hats off!
The flag is passing by!

Blue and crimson and white it shines,
Over the steel-tipped ordered lines.
Hats off!
The colors before us fly;
But more than the flag is passing by:
Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
Fought to make and save the State;
Weary marches and sinking ships;
Cheers of victory on dying lips;


Days of plenty and years of peace;
March of a strong land's swift increase;
Equal justice, right and law
Stately honor and revered awe;
Sign of a Nation great and strong
To guard her people from every wrong;
Pride and glory and honor -- all
Live in Old Glory to stand or fall.

Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;
And loyal hearts are beating high:
Hats off!
The flag is passing by!
"The Flag Goes By" by Henry Holcomb Bennett

Obey God's commandments carefully. All countries will hear of this and say,
"Surely this great nation is a wise and understanding people."
Deu 4.6

American Heritage

God has no "second-class children."
Every believer is a joint heir with Jesus of ALL that is God's. (Rom 8.17; Mt 20.1-16)

America has no "second class citizens."
Whether you are a naturalized citizen, or whether your ancestors arrived on the Mayflower, ALL of America is your heritage. America's forefathers are YOUR forefathers!

I am an American.
My father belongs to the Sons of the Revolution;
My mother, to the Colonial Dames.
One of my ancestors pitched tea overboard in Boston Harbor;
Another stood his ground with Warren;
Another hungered with Washington at Valley Forge.

My forefathers were America in the making:
They spoke in her council halls;
They died on her battle-fields;
They commanded her ships;
They cleared her forests.

Dawns reddened and paled.
Staunch hearts beat fast at each new star
In the nation's flag.
Keen eyes of mine foresaw her greater glory:
The sweep of her seas,
The plenty of her plains,
The man-hives in her billion-wired cities.

Every drop of blood in me holds a heritage of patriotism.
I am proud of my past.

I am an American.
My father was an atom of dust,
My mother a straw in the wind,
To His Serene Majesty.

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One of my ancestors died in the mines of Siberia;
Another was crippled for life by twenty blows of the knout.
Another was killed defending his home during the massacres.
The history of my ancestors is a trail of blood
To the palace gate of the Great White Czar.

But then the dream came --
The dream of America!
In the light of the Liberty torch
The atom of dust became a man
And the straw in the wind became a woman
For the first time.

See," said my father, pointing to flag that fluttered near,
That flag of stars and stripes is YOURS;
It is the emblem of the promised land.
It means, my son, the hope of humanity.
Live for it -- die for it!

Under the open sky of my new country I swore to do so;
And every drop of blood in me will keep that vow.
I am proud of my future.

"I Am An American" by Elias Lieberman

EVERY naturalized citizen of America has sworn the following Oath of Allegiance

I hereby declare, on oath...

  • That I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen;
  • That I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic;
  • That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same;
  • That I will bear arms on behalf of the United States when required by the law;
  • That I will perform noncombatant service in the Armed Forces of the United States when required by the law;
  • That I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the law;
  • That I take this obligation freely without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me God.

The trumpet sounds!

I set watchmen over you, saying, "Listen to the sound of the trumpet!"
But they said, "We will not listen."
Jer 6.17

On 9/11/01 America was attacked and thousands died. These vicious acts of murder trumpted the call to defend our people, our nation, our way of life.

Shortly thereafter Robert Redford publicly referred to America's righteous anger as jingoism. (See Note 1)

Other famous people are coming forth to criticize patriotism, and to advocate appeasement of the terrorists.

In days to come you will hear a lot from these folks -- elite intellectuals of academia, talk show hosts, TV and motion picture personalities, far-left politicians.

But as you listen to the famous people, remember -- fame does NOT automatically confer wisdom or loyalty!

Those who lost their lives on 9/11/01 have been forcefully silenced. I wonder who THEY would choose as their spokesman. A movie star? A talk show host? A "politically correct" college professor? Or who?

Think about it.

Note 1: Jingoism - "Belligerent nationalism; chauvinistic patriotism"


Breathes there a man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?

If such there be, GO, mark him well;
For him no anthem's raptures swell.

High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, all centered in himself,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from which he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

"Breathes There the Man" by Sir Walter Scott

The message of the mobs

On 9/11/01 America was viciously attacked.
On 10/7/01 America struck back.

TV news soon began extensive coverage of angry mobs who are burning American flags and throwing rocks.

The message of the mobs is this:
When America is attacked, we shouldn't defend ourselves. That way, nobody will get mad at us.

If you buy that message, then the terrorists have won.


The mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful have opened against me.

They have spoken against me with a lying tongue.
They have surrounded me with words of hatred,
And fought against me without a cause.
Psalm 109.2-3

Invitation to ground zero

Mary came where Jesus was, and saw Him.
She fell down at His feet, saying...

"Lord, if You had been here,
My brother would not have died."

When Jesus saw her weeping,
He groaned in the spirit and was troubled.
And He said, "Where have you laid him?"

They said to Him, "Lord, come and see."

Jesus wept.

John 11.32-35


Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood...

So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.
From "Oh Yet We Trust" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Rebuilding New York

So it was, from that time on, that half of my servants worked at construction,
While the other half held the spears, the shields, the bows, and wore armor...
Every one of the builders had his sword girded at his side as he built.
And the one who sounded the trumpet was beside me.
Neh 4.16a, 4.18

When we build, let us think that we build forever. Let it not be for present delight nor for present use alone.

Let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for, and let us think, as we lay stone on stone, that a time is to come when those stones will be held sacred because our hands have touched them,
and that men will say as they look upon the labor and wrought substance of them:
"See! This our Fathers did for us."
"Builders" by John Ruskin


Strew the fair garlands where slumber the dead,
Ring out the strains like the swell of the sea;
Heart-felt the tribute we lay on each bed:
Sound o'er the brave the refrain of the free.

Sound the refrain of the loyal and free,
Visit each sleeper and hallow each bed:
Waves the starred banner from seacoast to sea;
Grateful the living and honored the dead.
"Memorial Day" by Samuel F. Smith

Don't Tread On Me!

"Don't Tread on Me" was one of the first flags flown by our Navy.
American ships used this flag, or one of its variations, throughout the Revolutionary War.
This flag was a striking indication of the American colonists' courage and fierce desire for independence.

The LORD is my light and my salvation.
Whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the strength of my life.
Of whom shall I be afraid?

Though an army may encamp against me,
My heart shall not fear.
Though war should rise against me,
In God I will be confident.
Psalm 27.1, 3


Thus says the Lord:
If My people who are called by My name
Will humble themselves, and pray
And seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways,
Then I will hear from heaven,
And will forgive their sin and heal their land.

My eyes will be open and My ears attentive
To prayer made in this place.
2 Chron 7.14-15


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