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I Love America

I love Thanksgiving when we pray, And July 4th and Labor Day
With picnics, ants, and hungry flies, And barbecue and hot French fries,
With Cokes and chips and apple pies, Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.
I love Miami’s royal palm, That oozes forth a healing balm, Beside the ocean’s quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright, And dear Ben Franklin’s flying kite; And Thomas Jefferson’s mighty quill, And Alamo, and Bunker Hill, And Paul Revere’s midnight ride, And Wilbur Wright’s successful glide.  

I love United’s friendly skies; And baseball when the umpire cries, “Play ball!” as thousands quietly rise, To turn their moistened sober eyes, Toward a waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal’s Stengaleze, And Dairy Queen, and Tastee Freeze, And cotton candy at the zoo;
And corny dogs and Big Macs too; And Burger Kings, and shopping malls, And hockey pucks, and basketballs.

And Mississippi’s cotton fields, And Holland, Michigan’s spinning wheels;
Mountainous midwestern plains, Florida’s sun, Seattle’s rams.

Atlanta’s lovely, dogwood trails, And Santa Fe’s long clicking rails.
I love the Rocky Mountain peaks Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land, And Georgia’s fertile blood-red sand:
The Mississippi, and Rio Grande; Wisconsin’s cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald’s chocolate shakes, And Minnesota’s thousand lakes;
The Royal Gorge’s mighty yawn, A sleepy Alabama dawn;
The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone, While licking on an ice cream cone;
And Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge; And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.
I love the stately Empire State, And San Francisco’s Golden Gate.

I love St. Louis’ friendly arch, The Statue of Liberty’s burning torch,
The Washington Monument’s prickly goad, And Colorado’s trail ridge road.

I love “My Country, Tis of Thee,” Oh, blessed land of liberty.
Long may our glorious land be bright, With freedom’s wondrous holy light,
Protect us by Thy matchless might.

I love to stand with hand o’er heart, And think of those who did their part,
Who left a mom a lone gold star, Whose bodies rest ‘neath fields afar.

I love New England’s rolling farms, Its quaint decor and blushing charms.
I love the azalea’s freshened blooms, East Texas’ roses sparkling plumes.

I love it when my church sings, And know the peace that worship brings.

There beats within my breast a dream, That that small faint and flickering gleam
Will soon become a mighty flame, To spread to all His matchless name:
That those dear four who call me “Dad”, Will know the country I have had;
Where freedom’s flag flies proud and high, And those dear ones may loudly cry,
“I’m free! My dad helped make it so. That faint small gleam is now aglow!
That Christian land that he once knew, Is now the kind that we know too!
God’s judging hand has now been stayed, So I and mine are not afraid,
For churches like our own abound, In every city, village, town!
We’re free to witness, visit, teach, The same dear truths we heard Dad preach!
And now we vow to God above, To pass it on to those we love.”

(by. Dr. Jack Hyles)

Happy Independence Day – July 4th, 2011

HARPETH BAPTIST CHURCH
1011 Butterworth Road
Kingston Springs, TN 37082
615-378-1136
www.harpethbaptist.org