"God Bless America", can we really say?

"God Bless America", can we really say?

Have we raised a nation today

That hates it when God receives glory and praise?

"God Bless America", can we really say?

When we’ve banned him from schools, and most public places,

"God Bless America", can we really say?

When our nation has forgotten our founding day?

When the colors of red, white and blue,

Mean nothing more then a party or two?

"God Bless America", can we really say?

Is anything worth blessing in our country today?

"God Bless America", can we really say?

When the church has forgotten its roles just the same?

"God Bless America", can we really say?

When we vote for leaders who don’t follow Gods ways

“God Bless America”, can we really say?

When our nation is no longer Christian today

"God Bless America", can we really say?

For does “The Star Spangled Banner” not say:

Then Conquer we must, for our cause it is just—

And this be our motto—“In God do we trust”

All we can do is bow on our knees

And pray to God for great mercy.

We’ve raised up a nation that curses His name,

Forgets His blessings, and flings ‘side His ways,

Our nation does not deserved to be blessed,

For it has forgotten the ways of the past

Did we not learn from history’s time

What happens to nations who fling God aside?

So "God Bless America", can we really say?

That is the question I ask you today.

-Written by Katie, Inspired by Allison.

Fathers Day

Every Fathers Day and Mothers Day at church the children have a time where they are able to share something their Father/Mother has done in there lives and/or share what they like about their Father/Mother. Below is what I wrote and read to honor my Father today. I know the rhythm of the poem is not perfect, it was written on Saturday and I am not a poet. I hope you all had a special chance to really honor your Father today!

Today is a special day when I have the chance to really honor my father.
I wanted to focus on my dad many character quality's. After listing them I decided to combine them into a poem.
It has been a humongous blessing to have a dad who loves God with all his heart, soul, and mind. I named this poem A Fathers Love because I hope to express all the love I have received from the Father and how much I am truly grateful to God for him.

A Fathers Love
Written By Katie
My Father loves me very much for he shows me everyday,
as he prays for me and provides me with plenty of food, fabric and praise.
He patiently teaches me my square roots and right angles,
and gives me praise when I achieve the goal of a new purse style.
He diligently teaches me a Biblical way of thinking,
and shows me that God is not a once a week thing.
His laughers rings through the house as we sit down to play a game,
and he leads us in family worship every night as we read, sing, and pray.
His goal in life is this, that through him others may give glory to God,
And set an example for others to follow God.
He homeschools his children so they will not be touch by the things of this world,
for that would tear down our faith, but
he may now teach and nurture us about Gods holy ways.
He is very wise indeed for his vision is not small,
but extends great indeed, for generations to follow.
Every day he strives to gain his children hearts,
I would have to say he's gained mine more then once.
My fathers love is great and he deserves to be honored,
not just once a year but every day to follow.
There are men in the world who are great by far,
But my dads best for me 'Cause he was picked by God,
To protect me and keep me safe from the worlds evil taunts,
he has done so all his life and will continue on and on.
My daddy's love has shown me so much through the years,
it would take all day to express how much he really cares.

I love you Daddy!

God Bless!

P.s. Sorry to confuse you guys, but I accidentally posted a post named "Summer Goals" which I meant to schedule, and when I went back to fix it (it was late at night!) I accidentally rescheduled my Fathers Day post instead of my Summer Goals post. My Summer Goals post will be posted the 25! ~Katie

Poem-November Morning

NOVEMBER MORNING
A tingling, misty marvel

Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach trees
Are clasped in frozen light.

On linden tips and maples
An icy film is caught,
With shining threads of cobwebs
In pearly patterns wrought.

The autumn sun, in wonder,
Is gaily peering through
This crystal-tissued network
Across the frosty blue,

The weather-vane show silver
Above the mossy leads, the glitter,
brightly ice-glazed,
In rare transparent reds.

Such sparkle, sparkle, sparkle,
In earth and sky and air,
Oh! can it by that darkness
Is ever anywhere?

~ Evaleen Stein

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Mother's Day Poem

Each year on Mother's Day the kids of our church say "I love my mother because..." or write something about them, and say or read it in front of the congregation. For the past few years I have written a poem, here is this years poem.

MY SPECIAL MOTHER
My mom is special in this way,
she cooks and cleans and teaches all day.
With Kindness and patience she does it all,
as though it were something small.
Her encouraging words help me through,
a day just full of school and chores to!
Her love for God shines so bright,
she teaches me of him day and night.
She always has time to talk to me,
no matter how busy her day may seem.
She love to help people yes she does,
she makes great meals out of love.
Someday I want to become like her to,
a Godly Mother with Godly views.
My mom is special in so many ways,
I love you mom--Happy Mother's Day!

Poem

MAY MORNING
Now the bright morning star, days harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May! that doth inspire
Mirth and youth and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Thus we salute thee with early song,
And welcome thee, wish thee long.

Poem

THE COMING OF THE SPRING

Theres something in the air
Thats new and sweet and rare--
A sent of summer things,
A whirr as if of wings.



Theres something too thats new
In the color of the blue
Thats in the morning sky,
Before the sun is high.

And thought on plain the hill,
'Tis winter, winter still,
There's something seems to say
That winters had its day.
--Nora Perry