What is Freedom? - An Independence Day Poem

Freedom

Freedom-What does it mean now to man,
When we fulfill the Lord’s greater plan?


We fight our rival's and then decide

To proudly honor all those who've died-

Friend’s who suddenly turned into foe,

Some not knowing which side they're to go-


Soldiers fighting o’er battle lines

Police put a stop evil crimes;

Troops wait to see what each day shall bring;

Freedom-It’s an interesting thing.


Some had it taken from their close grasp,
Others held strongly to freedom’s clasp.


Wives care for children while all alone

Waiting for their soldiers to come home.

Some say “Set one ruler for them all!”

Some say government shouldn’t stand tall.

When is it okay to be the lead?

When will we see that Christ’s our great need?


Our liberty’s now being taken-

Our bright path to God, is now shaken-


Fighting for our land-this brave kingdom-

And all this-In the name of freedom.


And then there’s other’s who just don’t see

They should cry to God on bended knee.

Evil‘s stalking as thieves in the night-

Freedom-Let’s go and finish the fight.

Kelsey Hoppman

7/2/10

 

                                             We are one Nation Under God... 

...May God Bless America!

The Solder's Mother

Oh my son I've raised you strong in God's laws not of mans.

I've taught you to listen for His call and not our own small plans.

God's chosen you to be a solder-my son it's what you'll be;
But as you go to fight on hard, come to be at last with me.

The hardships that you are facing, and the terror that wars hold
Tough as they are, remember love, in Christ you can be bold.

I have prayed for you today-the burden that I share
I shall thank God for you my son, that for your country trials you bear.

I have struggled as you've gone so far towards the battle lines.
Please continue to trust that God knows best when there's hard times.

Down on bended knees I've called for His will above the lies,
And I know that God does hear his desperate daughter's cries.

If you are in his will dear one, than no matter what conspires
His hand will be upon your own, guiding you throughout trial, and fires.

As you've fought hard through smoke and fear, across a foreign land
Someones bullet took you down, and now Christ shall take your hand.

The price of freedom has been paid from sea to shining sea,
Someday across the gates I'll come- and you, at last, to me.

By Kelsey A. Hoppman

2009

God Save The Flag!

Since we are coming close to Fourth of July, I thought a would Re-post a poem, since it went with the theme of Independence Day.

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Washed in the blood of the brave and the blooming,
Snatched from the altars of insolent foes,

Burning with star-fires, but never consuming,

Flash its broad ribbons of lily and rose.

Vainly the prophets of Baal would rend it,

Vainly his worshippers pray for its fall;

Thousands have died for it, millions defend it,
Emblem of justice and mercy to all;

Justice that reddens the sky with her terrors,

Mercy that comes with her white-handed train,

Soothing all passions, redeeming all errors,

Sheathing the saber and breaking the chain.

Born on the deluge of all usurpation's,

Drifted our Ark o’er the desolate seas,

Bearing the rainbow of hope to the nations

Torn from the storm-cloud and flung to the breeze!

God bless the Flag and its loyal defenders,

While its broad folds o’er the battle-field wave,

Till the dim star-wreath rekindle its splendors,

Washed from its stains in the blood of the brave.