Old Glory Flaps in the Breeze

Old Glory Flaps in the Breeze

by Irvin L. Rozier, Veteran

I woke up this morning way before dawn
I sat on my bench by the edge of the lawn;
I meditated on the Lord and his goodness to me
I am blessed to live in America where I am free.

I have a tall flag pole by my little white shed
I just raised a new flag, it is white, blue and red;
I saw Old Glory whipping around in the breeze
For years it has flown over the land and the seas.

As a young child I held my hand over my heart
I learned the Pledge of Allegiance, part by part;
I recalled that day when I raised my right hand
I promised to support and defend our great land.

As I watched Old Glory gently flapping in the wind
I prayed to the Lord and asked that he would mend;
Our great nation so it would not be divided and fall
I believe the Lord heard me as on his name I did call.

The red of Old Glory reminds me of the soldiers' blood
Shed on foreign desert sands and in the jungle mud;
The 50 white stars set against the blue background
Reminds me of God's grace that is spread all around.

God Bless America is a phrase that we often hear
Repeated on many lips day by day, year by year;
Indeed God has blessed America in a mighty way
Because of the many that to him do kneel and pray.