Partisan

I am a partisan
A very proud partisan
Firm in my convictions
Unswaying in my beliefs
Isn't that a good thing?

But I do compromise
When the need calls
For the betterment of all
Especially for America
Isn't that a good thing?

I'm partisan to the right
Like Limbaugh and Reagan
Some are to the left
Like Obama and Clinton
The bi's are in the middle
Like Collins and McCain
There's a place for everyone
Isn't that a good thing?

I could move to the middle
And sell out my convictions
Turn my back on the Lord
Just to get along with others
And so could everyone else
A bi-partisan unity
We could all sing Kum-ba-ya
Spread peace, love and joy
Wouldn't that be a good thing?

No

I won't sell out my Lord
I won't ignore my convictions
I can't move to the middle
Just to get along with others
I'm a proud partisan
At peace with my beliefs
In tune with my God
Happy with the life He's provided
And I love you all nevertheless
Isn't that a good thing?

They Stand Tall

They stand tall at the gate
Protecting all inside
Alert, eyes open wide
Attentively they wait
They will not hesitate
Their mission cut-and-dried

They answered freedom’s call
Put selfish needs on hold
United, strong and bold
They stand tall for us all
They stand as freedom’s wall
America’s stronghold

They sacrifice for right
They keep lit freedom’s light

© 2013 Earl Parsons

Life, Liberty and the Lord

“O beautiful, for patriot dream
That sees, beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee.
And crown thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.”

America the Beautiful
Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
My Country, ‘Tis of Thee
God Bless America
The Star-Spangled Banner
God Bless the USA

A country grounded in freedom
A nation of liberty
A beacon on a hill
Blessed by God

America

For Love of Country

America, the Beautiful
A land with freedoms plentiful
A shining beacon on a hill
Where hopes mature and dreams fulfill

I love this land where I live free
The land of opportunity
Where all men can pursue their will
Where hopes mature and dreams fulfill

America will never die
As long as freedom’s colors fly
No tyranny can break our will
Where hopes mature and dreams fulfill

I’d give my life for freedom’s fight
Liberty’s light must shine on bright
My love for country well instilled
Where hopes mature and dreams fulfill

America, the Beautiful
Where hopes mature and dreams fulfill

Ba-Bump

It lay there in a heap
Blood oozing from the cracks
In the many layers of filth
That covered its greatness
The many layers of filth
Heaped on by its enemies
Layer after filthy layer
Smothering its glory

I put my ear to the pile
And listened intently for life
Any sign of life at all
Any sound that emanates
Any movement, warmth, or cry
I listened intently for signs
Plugged my other ear
And listened
And listened
And then…..
There it was

Faint and seemingly dying
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..
It was still alive under that heap
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..
Fighting for its own survival
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..
Readied for a great revival
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..
Ba-bump……… Ba-bump……..

So I jumped to my feet
And went into action
Pulling layer after layer of filth
From the heap we all had built
The heap of lies and deceit
Thoughtlessness and selfish ambitions
The garbage of unrighteous endeavors
Bags of evil human inhumanness
All piled on through twisted laws
Bought and paid for by Satan himself

The heap grew smaller as I dug
I paused to listen once again
Once again I heard the beat

Louder this time, and a bit faster
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
I think it sensed my efforts
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
It knew my intent was honest
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...

But the heap of filth was massive
My strength was waning under the strain
I began do doubt my resolve
Could I clean up this mess alone
Maybe
Maybe not
But I would rather die trying
Than live knowing I did nothing

So I dug, pulled, pushed, and threw
Layer after layer of filth from the heap
Sweat dripped from my brow
Blood oozed from my swollen hands
Then somewhere in my endeavor
I lost all sense of time and feelings
Fell into a state of euphoric madness
In a frenzied rage, I passed out

Awakened by the noise of
Frantic laborers all around me
Digging, pulling, pushing, and throwing
Layer after layer of filth from the heap
Sweat dripping from their brows
Blood oozing from their swollen hands
Joining me in my once hopeless endeavor
I jumped again to my feet
And joined them in their action
Once again hitting a rapid rhythm
No longer alone
No longer wondering
If what I had started would fail

It would not
We would succeed
The heap would be removed
And she would live again
She would be great again
Once again she would be
As she had for so many years
The example of liberty
The light of the world
The land of the free
And the home of the brave

BA-BUMP.. BA-BUMP..BA-BUMP..
BA-BUMP.. BA-BUMP..BA-BUMP..
BA-BUMP.. BA-BUMP..BA-BUMP..
BA-BUMP.. BA-BUMP..BA-BUMP..

The Heart of America beats on
I am the Heart of America