Preserver of Freedom

After the ashes are scattered from my urn If the Lord should give me a chance to return There is no doubt which animal I’d be An eagle perched in the nest of an oak tree National emblem of the land of the free No predator would dare pose a threat to me My eggs would be safe till the hatchlings were born And with pride my white, feathered cap would be worn Freely I’d soar above fields of golden grain Circling o’er waterfalls of snow’s melting rain Like a statue, I’d pose as my national emblem And fiercely I’d fight to defend our brethren From my aerial view, I’d always protect This treasure, our nation, with deepest respect With wings spread out, I’d keep guard nationwide God as my mentor, Holy Spirit my guide