A VISITOR FROM THE PAST               

I had a dream the other night, I did not understand.
A figure walking thru' the mist, with flintlock in his hand.

His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed.
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, 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.

"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.
Altho' you have no voice in choosing, how the money's spent.

"Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate.
Your Christian values can't be taught, according to the state.

You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please ole' I.R.S.

"Your money is no longer made, of Silver or of Gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.

You pay for crimes that make our Nation, turn from God in shame.
You've taken Satan's number, as you traded in your name. 

"You've given government control, to those who do you harm,
So they can padlock your churches and steal your family farm,

And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.

"Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn.
Your daughters visit Doctors, so their children won't be born.

Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.

"Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don't you have the courage or the faith to stand with pride?

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?

"People of this Republic, arise now and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!

Preserve this Great Republic and our GOD-Given Right,
And pray to God to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!"

Then I awoke from my dream, and he vanished just like he came.
His words were true, we are not free, we have ourselves to blame.

For even now as tyrants, they 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 wonders what remains of our rights, that he fought to keep,

What would be your answer, if he called back from the grave.
"IS THIS STILL THE LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE?"

                                           - Anonymous -  

    Let Us Sing.....  My country tis of thee,
                            Sweet land of LIBERTY,
                            Of thee I sing...
                            Land of the Pilgrims pride,
                            Land for which our fathers died,
                            From every mountain side,
                            LET FREEDOM RING!

LET IT RING AGAIN AND AGAIN LIKE IT DID FOR OUR FOREFATHERS LONG AGO!

                Yours for Truth and Freedom......Horace Hooper