More Blessed
No other nation has been more blessed than
America: see the yellow wheat fields waving;
look up at the swollen clouds that send down rain!
Take these blessings and turn them into a song,
your gratitude must express what you feel
with joyful words that others will gladly sing!
If America is the refuge of all the oppressed hearts,
in her they will surely find that lighthouse of hope;
their dark ocean will have more than a thousands stars!
Dance and sing with them and accept them as your own,
unity is the strongest bond that creates harmony;
where justice reigns, the walls of discord crumble down!
Copyright ( c ) 2017 by Andrew Crisci
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