James sent an email about the fly-overs from past football games. Glorious!
It inspired me to amend the following hymn:
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of (endangered) liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died, (defending LIBERTY, my life and my right to happiness)
Land of the pilgrim's (hard-earned) pride,
(some ancesters were on the first ships landing on this precious land),
From every mountainside (& glen, & valley, & building top)
Let FREEDOM ring.
My native country, thee, (and I have the birth certificate to prove it)
Land of the nobleFREE, (and a few anti-Christs, and a few evil-doers, and a few illegal parasites)
Thy name I love (and revere and am most grateful for)
I love thy rocks and rills, (and cacti and waterways,)
Thy woods and templed hills, (and the FREE peopled cities)
My heart with rapture thrills (when I see the military in action) like that above.
(It also aches in mortification with what a few narcissists are trying to do to it.)
Let music swell the breeze (not rap, not rock; real music)
And ring from all the trees (and buildings, too)
Sweet FREEDOM's song;
Let mortal tongues awake; (along with brains)
Let all that breathe partake; (and vote)
Let rocks (& patriots) their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our father's God, to thee, (even when some do not believe in Thee)
Author of LIBERTY,
To thee we sing; (and . . . say it . . . PRAY);
Long may our land be bright with FREEDOM's holy light.
Protect us with thy might (from tyranny, selfishness, and overstuffed egos),
Great God our King (not Obumma, not the democrats, not the senate, not the republicans, not congress . . . GOD! our KING!)
(Do I hear an AMEN?) Yes.