Wednesday, November 08, 2006

America Under Judgement...a woman will rule

When apples still grow in November, when blossom remains on each tree,
When leaves are still green in December - it's then that our land will be free.
I wander her hills and her valleys and still to my sorrow I see,
A land that once knew freedom, now Only Her Rivers Run Free.

I drink to the death of her manhood, to those men who would rather have died,
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage, to bring back the rights we're denied.
Oh! Where are you now when we need you?, what burns where the flame used to be ?
Are you gone like the snow of last winter? And will Only Our Rivers Run Free?

How sweet is life but we're crying, how plentiful the water yet we're dry,
How fragrant the rose but it's dying, how gentle the wind yet it sighs.
What good is in youth when you're ageing, what joy is in eyes that can't see
That there is sorrow in sunshine and flowers
If only our Rivers run free.............

In God we're let loose from our bondage, through Him, heaven's glory we see,
Because he sent his son Jesus, Who died for you and for me,
And yet so many reject him, they think they need no mercy,
one day soon they will surely find out, Who made the rivers run free.

When apples still grow in November, when blossom remains on each tree,
When leaves are still green in December - it's then that our land will be free.
I wander her hills and her valleys and still to my sorrow I see,
A land that has never known freedom, where Only Her Rivers Run Free.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

MIKEY, YOU CONTINUE TO ASTOUND US.

WE LOVE YOU. NANE AND GRANDDADDY

Mike said...

Thanks Nane and Grandad!

I love You!

Mike.