A Proud American

A PROUD AMERICAN I see the flag that’s flying high, I hear our anthem sung, I see a soldier dressed so fine, I hear a bell that’s rung. I hear applause and see them stand as a man walks down the aisle, The President of this land of ours; he stops to wave and smile. I read about election day, and there my ballot cast; Important issues, candidates by majority are passed. I see the ones who risk their lives to save from tragedy, And then the ones who come behind to offer sympathy. I see the steeples rising high proclaiming worship time; The bells chime out the hymns and then their words come to my mind. I listen to the music that portrays a battle won And feel the goosebumps as the cry of victory is sung. I read the speeches of great men who have a vision great For this dear land that we call home, these our United States. I see the care that some still have for those who have it bad, I can’t watch and not shed a tear when a child hugs his dad. I see the decorations bright, the lights of Christmas cheer And hear the carols that ring out that special time of year. I travel down the highways and enjoy the scenic view And marvel at the many things we have to see and do. It’s such a great land where I live, and I am still quite proud To say that I’m American and say it clear and loud. I’d be lots prouder, that’s for sure, if all who love this land Would simply just remember how this nation once was planned To be a country full of faith, of people pure and just, Who came to build a country free and say, “In God we trust.” That phrase is on our money still, but I wonder if it’s there To say our god is money and we trust its cures and care. I know that there is much dissent among minorities Who somehow feel they are deprived of their right to be free. The libertarians, the gays, the NOW, the ACLU All seem to have their own ideas of what we ought to do, But there is only one right way, there’s only one true plan To bring us where we need to be as proud Americans: We must give God His place again, turn from our wicked ways Before we face His judgment hand and see His angry gaze. If people of this land of ours do not to God turn soon, There’s nothing more we can hope for but judgment and our doom. I know for sure that once we give God His place once again, That we will glad and thankful be, and proud Americans.