From the Pastor's Desk
There is a poem written by one Ruth Ann Messner that speaks to America as our native land, as a matter of fact the title of the poem is Native Land:
I heard you planning America; you told men to worship God, and love the freedom He had won.
I saw you working America; You built a nation East to West, gave men pride in what he’d done.
I saw you growing America; Man unlimited, boundaries bulged, cities reaching toward the sky.
I heard you laughing America; A land rich and fat, strong and sure, blessed, indeed, by God on high.
I felt you groping America; Must we have laws to make men love each other, where freedom reigns?
I heard you weeping America; Your streets ravaged, cities shamed, and precious few are freedom’s gains.
Oh, God, bless America
As Christians it is part of our duty to love and pray for country and leadership that we might live a quiet and peaceable life scripture says in 1 Timothy 2:1-3. Let’s make a particular effort to lift up this great country that has been so blessed by God, and is continually being tested by greed and immorality of irresponsible men this Independence season.
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