How I long to hear church bells
Ringing out across the land,
Reminding us of holiness
And that for which we stand.
Our beginnings, birthed in prayer,
We simply can’t forget.
We must change the path we’re on,
Lest we have deep regret.
Let us honor our foundation.
Let us bow to thank our God,
Take a look at whence we’ve come
And prayerful footsteps we have trod.
Let those footsteps not be wasted.
Let our past not be discarded.
Let our focus be renewed
And Godly format be regarded.
“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord; and the people
whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.”
Psalm 33:12 KJV
© 2013 Arlene Schwartzkopf