FROM THE SPIRIT OF THE HILLS
                                                                             Written ,Copywright, and sent in by:
                                                                                         Dolleta Lemon Smith



                                                           One night while sleeping I had a dream,
                                               Another lifetime was flashing before me.
                                               Some special friends that I had known chattered,
                                               Over a cup of tea while sewing.

                                               Then an old dear friend brought before my eyes,
                                               A piece of linen, pure and white,
                                               A royal like navy square with stars,
                                               And to my great surprise.


                                                It soon become a symbol
                                                For America’s stars and stripes.
                                                Those tiny stitches sewed in each line;
                                                Have opened a many freedom gates,

                                                And were raised by many colors;
                                                From every nation, to the “United States”
                                                Under the name of God with freedom to trust,
                                                Brought victory over battle-fields,

                                                For God was in our Government
                                                And the wounds of war our Father healed
                                                Those stars and stripes he raised from dust
                                                To clouds of brilliant white,

                                                For God the Father of our country
                                                Would protect her through the night.
                                                And when it looked liked sin had stained her,
                                                She would blanket the hero’s the brave;

                                                And through God’s grace found forgiveness
                                                Those defending her through the grave.
                                                In my vision I saw all nations ;
                                                Of every faith, color, and creed,

                                                I looked again and saw all nations
                                               Giving a pledge-o-legions to her flag.
                                                In the midst a throne the Messiah’s,
                                                A golden highway from every court.

                                                America God said, you loved your neighbor;
                                                Your welcome mat’s on every port.
                                                Yes, America you kept the golden rule
                                                And loved your neighbor as your self

                                                You gave the sired your ore;
                                                The bundled masses, dying to live free.
                                                Prejudged by their seemly moors, you gave these;
                                                Our freedom sends its cost to thee

                                                We lift the lamp inside the golden door.
                                                Now near the door I saw great numbers;
                                                Both the great and the small.
                                                And when I saw God handing out honors,
                                                America got them all.

                                                Her heart was open to the needy
                                                Her deeds of love she had passed on.
                                                She loved not herself but all creation!
                                                And gave her life for a many a one.

                                              The curtain of blessing was now open;
                                               A kingdom shown not made by hands
                                               Descending down and out of Heaven;
                                               For with Israel America and her Glory stands.

                                               So speak and do as those who will
                                               Be judged by the law of  liberty;
                                               For judgment is without mercy to the one
                                               Who has shown no mercy.

                                              Mercy triumphs over judgment. ---James 2:12-15

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