MY AMERICA
My America died by abortion and birth control and lack of family building and many other ways not mentioned.
My America historically was built by American families, much like the native Indians, we worked in our family groups and built out of our family group and community.
My America all went to church, the priest gave lessons on marriage and helped to bring couples together by way of example and family planning.
Recalling one historical record, the town together with the pastor, all made choices on marriages, they wanted the best outcomes for the community and couple.
My America, recalls the times that we were taught to love and be open to all of the bad, that they would not kill or hurt us.
My America has suffered from the death culture that has killed many by abortion, by failed justice system, and failure to teach the dangers of intoxication and other death ways seen and unseen.
Death culture, has and continue to kill, they use all methods, and continue forward in the plan to destroy all we cherish and love.
My America is learning, they are waking and thinking, they are starting to see that we are under observation for extermination.
My America will learn, they will build a stronger today and tomorrow and into the future, they will not die, they will thrive.
My America will rise, it will not fall, it will remember the history, the times we fell and the times we ride high with all of our love leading us to complete victory.
For God told us of the times we will suffer, we will rise, in the end we will live with all of God’s love in heaven.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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