Land of the Free

God Bless This Sacred Union, The Land of the Free. A land stood before them pristine and pure. A vast and wild wilderness untamed to be sure Untouched by man’s tyranny, free of death and war. A land of hope and promise, to live free as the eagle soars. They sailed across the seas to settle in these parts. Every man, woman and child possessing hopeful hearts. A place to start over, to plant their roots and settle in. To build a new life for kindred and kin. The stood upon the shiny shore a future in front of them. Many different bloodlines ready to start again. From colonies and settlements, to journeys untold. They walked the path to freedom to allow a story to unfold. Some found the troubles left behind, soon would cross their doors. Taxes, fear and foreign rule, shadows of life before. Battles fought, brothers lost, those in bondage freed. A common cause , all hope seemed lost, a prophesy decreed. Stay the course, don’t give up, help showed up on the shores. The French came in to turn the tide to help them win the war. A cause declared by men and God a lantern lights the way. A plan for Independence, We The People seize the day! Loss, love and sacrifice filled the air in many parts. Every life played their role for this nation to find her heart. On the wings of eagles our freedoms will endure. Soaring above this nation our liberty ensured. God Bless this sacred nation one forged for us to love this day. She has a sacred destiny her heart will lead the way. Author: Rebecca Whitman