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Fourth of July

Independence Day is the National Day of the United States.

Independence Day, commonly known as the Fourth of July, is a federal holiday in the United States commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, declaring independence from the Kingdom of Great Britain (now officially known as the United Kingdom).
Independence Day is commonly associated with fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, fairs, picnics, concerts, baseball games, family reunions, and political speeches and ceremonies, in addition to various other public and private events celebrating the history, government, and traditions of the United States. (From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

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~The Red The White And The Blue~
(Free Verse)

Let's all stand by the red
The white and the blue,
There she stands in all her
And in all her colors so

She may be burnt and by some
People torn apart
But there she still stands
very, very proud,
In the houses, in the buildings
Flying always,
Always untouched in the wind

And in the hearts of the brave
The proud and the free,
She's much loved by me and
All of us
That believe in her cause and
Her dreams,
So she will always stand in
Our hearts, no matter what,
In all her radiant colors of
Red, white and blue.
Flying higher and very proud
In all the hearts of the brave
And the free,
And all the Ones that we love
And defend Liberty.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


Have a very happy and safe 4th of July!



Confusing Times

We live in confusing times,
The Word is being ignored;
So many immoral crimes,
Blasphemous against the Lord.

Fear the Lord and serve Him well,
Being sincere and in truth;
Let Him in your heart to dwell,
Not rude or being uncouth.

Get rid of the gods you had,
Serving on the other side;
Remember it was a fad,
That you should never abide.

Because the work of your hands,
Always must be of the Lord;
So doing things as He commands,
Shows you are in one accord.

If you do not serve the Lord,
Then choose today whom you serve;
Let be known as it is roared,
Showing others of your nerve.

Though you choose another god,
Remember whose land you live;
For if you honor and laud,
Does that god love and forgive?

It would be unthinkable,
To abandon our Lord God;
For you are incapable,
Of worshipping any fraud.

Because we had been enslaved,
No longer dead in the tomb;
For in Christ we have been saved,
Born through the spiritual womb.

God did spectacular signs,
Right before your very eyes;
You are the fruit on His vines,
Ripening to become wise.

The Lord is a holy God,
You must find ways to serve Him;
He will heal where you are flawed,
Giving you spiritual vim.

Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer



A Pain in the "But"

I could have been a surgeon
I hate the sight of blood.
I might have been a goalie
I'd never dive in mud.


I would have been a pilot
I'm nervous in the sky.
I should have been a rock star
The big time passed me by.


I'd be a lion tamer
I've got this allergy.
I thought about the priesthood
I sin too easily.


I'll find a job that suits me
One day, by Beelzebub!
Meanwhile I'll cash my benefit
And go down to the pub!

Copyright Robert Haigh, 1998



Gray Area

Gray Area

Lesson one from king Rehoboam, son king of Solomon
Seeking wisdom on how to get his subjects to follow him
They came to him with their concerns and request
So he went to find council on which way was best
First to his father’s advisors, experienced and wise
Then to his friends youthful unexperienced guys
Instead of honoring the experience that paved a way
He took heed to what his young friends had to say
That mistake came at a very great cost
He turned his back on wisdom and his kingdom was lost
He didn’t honor what wisdom through experience will do
Because of that the kingdom of Israel was split in two
Gray hair is a crown of glory that is gained by a righteous life
Listen as an old man tells his story of how he conquered strive
Paul instructs the old to counsel the young
To give their testimony of how far they have come
Wisdom is gained by the rod and reproof
Hard lessons that we learned in the days of youth
We have people God has place in our lives
To teach man how to treat their children and wives
Train the young women Titus instructs the order
Take the burden of the training upon your shoulders
All through the bible, old and new testament
We learn that our elders are heaven sent
Elders who rule should be considered worthy of double honor
We should show honor our mothers and our father
Somehow we have come to disregard gray hair
Label them judgmental and call them unfair
We run with itchy ears to hear that latest talk
And let the world instruct the church in the way to walk
But if we pay attention to what the bible has to say
We would esteem more highly the walk of the gray
Those who walked before you, consider with care
That you yourself may one day be there
Think about experience and evaluate its worth
Especially if you hope to life long on this earth
The for commandment with promise, Dueteronomy 5:16
Remember honor is not just spoken, but seen
Lesson one from king Rehoboam, son king of Solomon
Seeking wisdom on how to get his subjects to follow him
They came to him with their concerns and request
So he went to find council on which way was best

J. Moore



~*~ I Love you my Child ~*~

The nature of my story is sad but true
Never have I told but to barely a few
When I was just nineteen years old
I met a girl whose name I´ll with hold
A maiden of fair beauty was she
I never understood why she chose me
Me being a bit of a jack the lad
Never thought of ever being a dad
Our courtship over I went away
I never saw her again for many a day
On my return I was eagerly told
I now had a daughter six weeks old
When I finally contacted my baby´s mother
She told me she was to wed her new lover
Then she told me in tears of emotion
I´ve put our daughter up for adoption
I begged her to let her live with me
She said her lover would never agree
The day we went to sign her adoption paper
I kissed my Daughter and told her I loved her
Over many years my little girl I tried to trace
Never to find her this sad fact I have to face
Forty years have now past and still I often cry
I´ve not given up I just don´t know where to try
If one special wish could be granted to me
Before my life is over my daughter I wish to see
Jacqueline Ann

Written by Jon Fisher 12th June 2005




On This 4th of July

For the first time in my life
I've had weird thoughts today.
Thoughts about just getting out
Of the once proud USA.

My home's unrecognizable!
My country's lost her mind!
She was built to serve and honor God
But she's left Him way behind.

Our nation's so divided
It's become a racial war!
The police are now the enemy!
And the criminal a star!

A hundred and fifty year old flag
Just began another fight!
Some say it symbolizes slavery.
Some don't see it in that light.

Men are marrying other men!
Women marry their own sex!
Will pedophiles marry their prey?!
My Heavens, what is next?!

Was not aborting the unborn
Sinful enough to bear?
Were not the rapes and robberies
And murders everywhere?

Greed infiltrates the government
And "we the people" have no voice.
Our health care is in shambles.
For we no longer have much choice.

The economy is shackled to
The international debt.
Just how will this crisis be resolved
Is anybody's bet!

Islamic dictates keep us pulled
In all ways but direct
America bows down to be
"politically correct."

Some gays have marred the memory
Of the Iwo Jima flag.
Replacing the red, white, and blue
With a gay pride rainbow rag.

The spirit of the anti*Christ
Has reared its ugly head.
And Christian persecution
Would see too many of us dead.

No, America is not the same
Sweet girl I grew up in.
She's drifted way too far from God
And way too deep in sin.

But despite her faults and failures,
I will love her till I die.
For I'm remembering how she used to be
On this 4th of July.

Doris Jacobs*Covington
4th of July 2015

~~Dedicated to Terry~~
(Once a Warrior)

Psalm 33:12
Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD;
and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance

Exodus 19:5
Now if you obey me fully and keep my covenant,
then out of all nations you will be my treasured
possession. Although the whole earth is mine.

2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name,
shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek
my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will
I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin,
and will heal their land


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