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I had a dream the other night that, well...I didn't understand.
A figure walked in through the mist, with a flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he shivered at my bed, 
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low to me, he said -

"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free - and the home of the brave.

The freedoms we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep, 
The tyrants labored endlessly, while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom's gone - your courage lost - you're no more than a SLAVE,
In this, the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one - 
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
Though you have no voice in saying - how the money's to be spent.

Your children must attend a school, that doesn't educate, and
Your Christian values can't be taught, according to the State.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press,
And you pay a tax, you DO NOT OWE, to please the IRS.

Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,
You trade your wealth for paper, so your lives can be CONTROLLED.
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame,
You've taken SATAN'S NUMBER, and traded in your name.

You've given government control, to those who do you harm,
So they can burn down churches, and seize the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail -
Harrass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.

Your public servants don't uphold the solid oaths they've sworn,
Any your daughters visit doctors, so their children won't be born.
Your leaders send artillery and guns to foreign shores, 
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.

Can you regain the freedoms, for which we fought and died,
Or, don't you have the courage and the faith to stand with pride?
And - are there no more values, for which you'll fight to save,
Or, do you wish your children to live in fear and be a SLAVE?

Oh, SONS OF THE REPUBLIC - ARISE and TAKE A STAND!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land.
Preserve our great REPUBLIC, and each God-given right,
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!"

As I awoke, he'd vanished - in the mist from which he came.
His words were true, we ARE not FREE, but have OURSELVES TO BLAME.
For even now, as tyrants trample each God-given right,
We only watch and tremble - too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood by YOUR bedside, in a dream while you were asleep, 
And wondered what remains of the freedoms he fought to keep,
What would be your answer - if he called out from the grave -
"Is this still the land of the free, and the home of the brave?"


GOD BLESS YOU, AND MAY GOD BLESS THIS REPUBLIC!
THANKS FOR AIRING THIS, WWCR RADIO. THANKS TO THE UNKNOWN AUTHOR.
"...my people have changed their glory for that which doth not profit."  --- Jeremiah 2:11

THE MOURNER
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"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the WICKED  beareth rule, 
the people mourn." --- Proverbs 29:2
The opinions expressed here are purely mine. Any references to real people are purely --- INTENTIONAL.
It bears repeating:
"KNOWLEDGE REJECTED IS 
A FEARSOME MASTER."
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This page was last updated: November 25, 2017