A special thank you to Mormon-Patriot contributer, Jared Turner, for allowing us to add his poignant and inspirational poems to the blog. He's a great poet and a patriot.
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Showing posts with label inspirational poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspirational poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
In God We Trust?
Oh, America will you depart from our timeless motto
That once seemed it would never rust.
The motto that is sublime in simplicity
That boldly states: “In God We Trust”.
This phrase once gave us the greatest power on earth
There was nothing to us of greater worth,
Than the freedom of all people—we would fight for it at all costs
Our forefathers shed blood and gave their lives; oh how great was their loss.
Suffering and sacrifice were their frequent foes
Many of lives were lost from other nations’ blows.
While in the depths of despair they called upon God
They trusted in his strength, because theirs was the noble cause.
And what was their cause? Only to raise up a nation unto Him
With “freedom for all”, especially that of religion.
Freedom, they believed, was given freely from Him
Because we are His beloved children.
Triumphant they were in establishing this choice nation and land
And who can deny it was by His omnipotent hand!
Surely He granted unto them His strength
To endure their trials and “conquer at length”.
And now after many years have passed away
We are clothed with wealth in such splendid array.
We enjoy freedom and all of life’s pleasures
Our lives are much easier because of technological treasures.
But all this progression has not come without cost
For much of our morals and virtue seem lost.
A flood of problems ail our society
Our suffering from them span a vast variety.
Experts and philosophers debate the reasons for our state of despair
Solution are sought for almost everywhere
I believe there is only one basic problem of our nation’s state
And only one basic remedy that will change our fate.
We are forsaking the God in whom we did trust
And in return, I fear, He is forsaking us.
We Have Banned Him from our classrooms where the future of our country is ensured.
We have banned Him from our courtrooms where our present justice and freedom are assured
For the solution we must only look back to the foundation upon which this country was built.
When our founding fathers gave our nation a key—a key that will never rust
It is contained in four simple words: “IN GOD WE TRUST.”
Jared Kimball Turner
1999
Used with Permission. All Rights Reserved.
That once seemed it would never rust.
The motto that is sublime in simplicity
That boldly states: “In God We Trust”.
This phrase once gave us the greatest power on earth
There was nothing to us of greater worth,
Than the freedom of all people—we would fight for it at all costs
Our forefathers shed blood and gave their lives; oh how great was their loss.
Suffering and sacrifice were their frequent foes
Many of lives were lost from other nations’ blows.
While in the depths of despair they called upon God
They trusted in his strength, because theirs was the noble cause.
And what was their cause? Only to raise up a nation unto Him
With “freedom for all”, especially that of religion.
Freedom, they believed, was given freely from Him
Because we are His beloved children.
Triumphant they were in establishing this choice nation and land
And who can deny it was by His omnipotent hand!
Surely He granted unto them His strength
To endure their trials and “conquer at length”.
And now after many years have passed away
We are clothed with wealth in such splendid array.
We enjoy freedom and all of life’s pleasures
Our lives are much easier because of technological treasures.
But all this progression has not come without cost
For much of our morals and virtue seem lost.
A flood of problems ail our society
Our suffering from them span a vast variety.
Experts and philosophers debate the reasons for our state of despair
Solution are sought for almost everywhere
I believe there is only one basic problem of our nation’s state
And only one basic remedy that will change our fate.
We are forsaking the God in whom we did trust
And in return, I fear, He is forsaking us.
We Have Banned Him from our classrooms where the future of our country is ensured.
We have banned Him from our courtrooms where our present justice and freedom are assured
For the solution we must only look back to the foundation upon which this country was built.
When our founding fathers gave our nation a key—a key that will never rust
It is contained in four simple words: “IN GOD WE TRUST.”
Jared Kimball Turner
1999
Used with Permission. All Rights Reserved.
Star-Spangled Banner
Amidst the British bomb and missile attacks
That Francis Scott Key, stranded on a boat
With fear and hope within him asked:
Oh say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
After generations and many years have past
This is the question I pose to you
The very same question, which plagued Mr. Key
I ask it again today anew:
Oh say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
To us, that Flag has been much more than colored cloth
It has kept our ideals clean and clear
While raised, it represents our visions and dreams
And all that we hold dear.
From freedom, liberty, courage and virtue
To the recognition of God’s sustaining hand
Our Star-Spangled Banner in representation
Has ever flown over our land.
Do we still raise these ideals high
Unfeigned, clear, and bold
As an example for the world to see
And encourage them to seek and uphold?
Is our land still filled
With freedom’s holy light?
Do we still have the brave
Who will stand up and fight?
So, today, with fear and hope
Much like Francis Scott Key
I ask the very same question
To you and me:
Oh say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Jared Kimball Turner
July 4, 2005
Used with Permission. All Rights Reserved.
Song of Liberty
How beautiful and sweet is the taste of liberty
But she hasn’t been experienced much throughout history.
For when once achieved, she can become rotten
If lessons once learned are then forgotten.
Then, this once sought after priceless gem
Is twisted and stretched to the whim of men.
Until she is no longer our beloved liberty
But merely in disguise she becomes moral anarchy.
Yes, liberty can be taken to an extreme
To accept all actions of men, howe're obscene.
Until the line between what’s right and wrong begins to disappear
And truth and error, though once far apart, begin to draw near.
Until what was once up and what was once down
Are not that anymore, they are turned around.
No longer can we say what was right is still right and what was wrong is still wrong,
For that is a close-minded, unintellectual, silly old song.
So the intellectuals give us lyrics for the new modern song,
But I would encourage you not to sing along.
Their voices grow louder with each passing year
And if you listen carefully, this is what you will hear:
“Nothing is truly right or truly wrong, it depends on what you perceive them to be,
So simply seek after that which makes you happy.
“And we must have tolerance—tolerance for everything immoral and obscene.”
This is the song of the intellectual left wing.
But I caution you of this tolerance for things immoral and obscene,
For tolerance grows to acceptance, then to embrace, and onto mainstream!
Be careful of this modern tune with all its promises and splendor
It is not fit for a friend of liberty, as it forces our virtue to surrender.
And so without our virtue, what will we have then?
We may have pleasure for a time, but it will soon end.
For a people that cease to have virtue will soon cease to be free,
Because virtue is an essential pillar for a free society.
Freedom is a precious, sweet tree that must be pruned by morality.
She cannot be allowed to grow wild, or she will become bitter anarchy.
So, I will continue to sing my silly old song
Of what’s right is still right and what’s wrong is still wrong.
And I would encourage you in one great throng
To please join with me and sing along.
You must join in, for as the opponents will suppose
A voice not raised is a voice not opposed.
Let not the silent majority be silent anymore,
But with all my heart I plead and implore:
Come, come sing my chorus with me
And see if we can preserve our precious liberty.
Jared Kimball Turner
Used with Permission. All Rights Reserved.
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