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Beware the Beast

For generations, she has been the envy of nations large and small. In lively colors, red, white, and blue, Old Glory waved at us all. Like Miss Liberty, she stands erect, strong, and tall. She has a giant's heart, but is not too big to fall. I still pray the short prayer, "God bless America". But more than ever before, I pray, "God save America". She became great since her birth, but is now losing the race. Many are rooting for her as she heads for home from third base. But she has haters who despise and long for her demise; yet she survives. Debating, delineating, and discussing are not enough to quell the assault. If we cease to pray and trust in God, the seasoning will depart from her salt. Dismissing God will make null and void all the battles that have been fought. God must always be recognized as The First and The Last, The A and the Z. Anything less, and we will surely be overcome and conquered by the beast. 042522PS

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