Grieve With Me

Grieve with me, Americans

As we watch the dying flicker of a flame

We thought would never be extinguished.

Grieve with me for that shining city on a hill

As it is trampled underfoot and brought low.

Grieve with me for the soldiers of years gone by

Who so bravely fought for liberty and freedom 

Who knew that the blessings of liberty were not just words

But the very foundation of our great country

Pray for the families who lost sons, fathers, daughters 

Their tears only dried by knowing that their loved ones 

fought valiantly  and paid the ultimate  price to secure our freedoms.

Salute them with me so that they will never doubt that the ones they loved and miss are revered and cherished by us all.

Yes, grieve with me for America 

For our forefathers and the Constitution they constructed for us

For our well being and a bright future in a land so dependent upon God,

Knowing that apart from Him we could do nothing.

Grieve also for the deceived ones.  They don’t know what they are doing, and they certainly do not know in whom they have placed their trust. Pray for them.

We love you, America.  You will always be to us that shining city on a hill.

We keep you in our hearts to our final breath.

How Can I Be Saved?

Shalom b’Yeshua