I Love America

by:  Jack Hyles

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,
And July 4th and Labor Day
With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,
And barbecue and hot French fries,
With Cokes and chips and apple pies
Beneath some hazy, lazy skies. 

I love Miami's royal palm
That oozes forth a healing balm
Beside the ocean's quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright,
And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;
And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,
And Alamo, and Bunker Hill,
And Paul Revere's midnight ride,
And Wilbur Wright's successful glide. 

I love United's friendly skies;
And baseball when the umpire cries,
"Play ball!" as thousands quietly rise
To turn their moistened sober eyes
Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze,
And Dairy Queen, and Tastee Freeze,
And cotton candy at the zoo;
And corny dogs and Big Macs too;
And Burger Kings, and shopping malls,
And hockey pucks, and basketballs. 

And Mississippi's cotton fields,
And Holland, Michigan's spinning wheels;
Monotonous midwestern plains,
Florida's sun, Seattle's rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails,
And Santa Fe's long clicking rails.

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks
Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,
And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:
The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;
Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land. 

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,
And Minnesota's thousand lakes;
The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn,
A sleepy Alabama dawn;
The harvest moon that shineth on. 

I love to gaze at Yellowstone
While licking on an ice cream cone;
And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;
And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,
And San Francisco's Golden Gate.

I love St. Louis' friendly arch,
The Statue of Liberty's burning torch,
The Washington Monument's prickly goad,
And Colorado's trail ridge road. 

I love "My Country, Tis of Thee,"
Oh, blessed land of liberty.
Long may our glorious land be bright,
With freedom's wondrous holy light,
Protect us by Thy matchless might. 

I love to stand with hand o'er heart
And think of those who did their part,
Who left a mom a lone gold star,
Whose bodies rest 'neath fields afar.

I love New England's rolling farms,
Its quaint decor and blushing charms.

I love the azalea's freshened blooms,
East Texas' roses sparkling plumes. 

I love it when my church choir sings,
And know the peace that worship brings. 

There beats within my breast a dream
That that small faint and flickering gleam
Will soon become a mighty flame
To spread to all His matchless name:
That those dear four who call me "Dad"
Will know the country I have had;
Where freedom's flag flies proud and high,
And those dear ones may loudly cry,
"I'm free! My dad helped make it so.

That faint small gleam is now aglow!
That Christian land that he once knew
Is now the kind that we know too!
God's judging hand has now been stayed,
So I and mine are not afraid,
For churches like our own abound
In every city, village, town!
We're free to witness, visit, teach
The same dear truths we heard Dad preach!
And now we vow to God above
To pass it on to those we love." 

HAVE A HAPPY 4TH Y'ALL!!!!! :)

SMILE, GOD LOVES YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Love America!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 "I LOVE AMERICA" 

- Bro. Jack Hyles

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,
And July 4th and Labor Day
With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,
And barbecue and hot French fries,
With Cokes and chips and apple pies
Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami’s royal palm
That oozes forth a healing balm
Beside the ocean’s quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright,
And dear Ben Franklin’s flying kite;
And Thomas Jefferson’s mightly quill,
And Alamo, and Bunker Hill,
And Paul Revere’s midnight ride,
And Wilbur Wright’s successful glide.

I love United’s friendly skies;
And baseball when the umpire cries,
“Play ball!” as thousands quietly rise
To turn their moistened sober eyes
Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal’s Stengaleze,
And Dairy Queen, and Tastee Freeze,
And cotton candy at the zoo;
And corny dogs and Big Macs too;
And Burger Kings, and shopping malls,
And hockey pucks, and basketballs.

And Mississippi’s cotton fields,
And Holland, Michigan’s spinning wheels;
Monotonous midwestern plains,
Florida’s sun, Seattle’s rams.

Atlanta’s lovely, dogwood trails,
And Santa Fe’s long clicking rails.
I love the Rocky Mountain peaks
Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,
And Georgia’s fertile blood-red sand:
The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;
Wisconsin’s cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald’s chocolate shakes,
And Minnesota’s thousand lakes;
The Royal Gorge’s mighty yawn,
A sleepy Alabama dawn;
The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone
While licking on an ice cream cone;
And Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge;
And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,
And San Francisco’s Golden Gate.

I love St. Louis’ friendly arch,
The Statue of Liberty’s burning torch,
The Washington Monument’s prickly goad,
And Colorado’s trail ridge road.

I love “My Country, Tis of Thee,”
Oh, blessed land of liberty.
Long may our glorious land be bright,
With freedom’s wondrous holy light,
Protect us by Thy matchless might.

I love to stand with hand o’er heart
And think of those who did their part,
Who left a mom a lone gold star,
Whose bodies rest ‘neath fields afar.

I love New England’s rolling farms,
Its quaint decor and blushing charms.

I love the azalea’s freshened blooms,
East Texas’ roses sparkling plumes.

I love it when my church choir sings,
And know the peace that worship brings.

There beats within my breast a dream
That that small faint and flickering gleam
Will soon become a mighty flame
To spread to all His matchless name:
That those dear four who call me “Dad”
Will know the country I have had;
Where freedom’s flag flies proud and high,
And those dear ones may loudly cry,
“I’m free! My dad helped make it so.
That faint small gleam is now aglow!
That Christian land that he once knew
Is now the kind that we know too!
God’s judging hand has now been stayed,
So I and mine are not afraid,
For churches like our own abound
In every city, village, town!
We’re free to witness, visit, teach
The same dear truths we heard Dad preach!
And now we vow to God above
To pass it on to those we love.”

What do you love about your country?

Hope y'all have a very Happy 4th of July!  
God bless America and God bless you!
 

5 FAVORITE THINGS THIS WEEK! 

This is a party where you share your 5 favorite things from the past week.  Sounds like fun, right?  Join the fun!

"I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel, so bad!"

So, here are a few of my favorite things: 

 

1.  Celebrating America's birthday and our wonderful freedom!

2.  Spending time with my Grandpa on his birthday.

3.  Diet Dr. Pepper cans.  I usually just get a two-liter, but this time I got the cans.  Somehow they just taste better!  Mm.  Mm.  Mm.

4.  Bea-u-tiful rain!  O my goodness!  God has blessed with so much rain lately, it's amazing!  We really need it! 

 

 5.  Attending the Tri-Cities Camp Meeting all week.  My family is very involved in this.  We do all of the sound for it.  The best part though, has been the preaching! 

"I Love America"

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot French fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm

Beside the ocean's quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright,

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mighty quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill,

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies;

And baseball when the umpire cries,

"Play ball!" as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze,

And Dairy Queen, and Tastee Freeze,

And cotton candy at the zoo;

And corny dogs and Big Macs too;

And Burger Kings, and shopping malls,

And hockey pucks, and basketballs.

And Mississippi's cotton fields,

And Holland, Michigan's spinning wheels;

Monotonous Midwestern plains,

Florida's sun, Seattle's rains.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails,

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails.

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn,

A sleepy Alabama dawn;

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone;

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,

And San Francisco's Golden Gate.

I love St. Louis' friendly arch,

The Statue of Liberty's burning torch,

The Washington Monument's prickly goad,

And Colorado's trail ridge road.

I love "My Country, Tis of Thee,"

Oh, blessed land of liberty.

Long may our glorious land be bright,

With freedom's wondrous holy light,

Protect us by Thy matchless might.

I love to stand with hand o'er heart

And think of those who did their part,

Who left a mom a lone gold star,

Whose bodies rest 'neath fields afar.

I love New England's rolling farms,

Its quaint decor and blushing charms.

I love the azalea's freshened blooms,

East Texas' roses sparkling plumes.

I love it when my church choir sings,

And know the peace that worship brings.

There beats within my breast a dream

That that small faint and flickering gleam

Will soon become a mighty flame

To spread to all His matchless name:

That those dear four who call me "Dad"

Will know the country I have had;

Where freedom's flag flies proud and high,

And those dear ones may loudly cry,

"I'm free! My dad helped make it so.

That faint small gleam is now aglow!

That Christian land that he once knew

Is now the kind that we know too!

God's judging hand has now been stayed,

So I and mine are not afraid,

For churches like our own abound

In every city, village, town!

We're free to witness, visit, teach

The same dear truths we heard Dad preach!

And now we vow to God above

To pass it on to those we love."
by: Dr. Jack Hyles

"IN GOD WE STILL TRUST"
You place your hand on His Bible, when you swear to tell the Truth
His name is on our greatest Monuments, and all our money too,
And when we Pledge allegiance, there's no doubt where we stand,
There is no separation, we're one Nation under Him.

Chorus:
In God We Still Trust
Here in America
He's the one we turn to every time
The goin' gets rough
He is the source of all our Strength
The One who watches over us
Here in America
In God We Still Trust

Now there are those among us, who want to push Him out,
And erase His name from everything, this country's all about,
From the Schoolhouse to the Courthouse, they're Silencing His Word,
Now it's time for all Believers, to make our Voices heard.

In God We Still Trust,
Here in America
He's the one we turn to every time
The goin' gets rough
He is the source of all our Strength
The One who watches over us
Here in America
In God We Still Trust
by: Rio Diamond

~MISCELLANEOUS MONDAY~

Long time no blog!   We have been super busy, but don't worry, we have a lot to share to make up for lost time!  :)  We will be changing our "Daily Blog Routine's" for a bit to help catch up. 

For starters, here are some Patriotic decorations that I put up in our Church fellowship hall. Most of the decoration I bought at the Dollar Store I already had.  Can you believe I decorated the whole thing for less than $25.00?