History's Song

A Poem By LoriAnn // 1/20/2009

Close your eyes and dance with me
Down the God-hewn river of time
Watch with me, come and see
Gaze on each face
Passing by as if in line

What I wouldn’t give to have seen
This land, my land,
My America, so pristine
Waiting to be settled, to be loved
What I wouldn’t do to stand

Side by side with those first few
Those brave ones who gazed
Wonderingly, and I wonder if they knew

Close your eyes and dance with me
Down the God-hewn river of time
Watch with me, come and see
Gaze on each face
Passing by as if in line

What I wouldn’t give to have seen
This land, my land,
My America, so pristine
Waiting to be settled, to be loved
What I wouldn’t do to stand

Side by side with those first few
Those brave ones who gazed
Wonderingly, and I wonder if they knew
Their impact, their contribution
The banner of hope they raised

So dance along the lines
Of our Heaven-blessed history
The history of this land of yours and mine
Sing the songs of our forefathers
Blow the dust off of this so-called mystery

Remember the first white foot that stood here
Remember how they paused, in holy awe,
And as others joined, hear their prayers
Echoing among cedar pillars and alters of virgin stone
Can you picture what they saw?

And as they raise a cross of
Lashed-together wooden beams
Listen to the coiling winds of times past
Can you hear their prayers; rising above the sound of the waves?
The creaking of the ships’ seams?

Now, Americans, lift your voices
Plead with me for our inheritance of grace
Now is the time to make your choices
Don’t give way to those who would take this from us
Those who would kick dust in our Father’s face

Now, now for revival!
Show the world God’s hand in the story
Stand up for our nation’s survival
Follow our forebear’s example of godliness
Pray that we may regain our former glory

Thus, just as they stood at the edge of a New World,
So we also pause on the brink of our quest
And just as they did, as waves around their feet curled
We lift our hands in grateful, humble prayer
To the One who sees all history and knows what is best.

Comments

love it!

hey, i love this poem! great job!! and welcome here to apricotpie. lookin' forward to reading more by you.
~Paula
~I will sing praise unto the Lord God of Israel~ (Judges 5:3b)

Anonymous | Wed, 01/21/2009

:>)

Wonderful poem! great job.
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Hannah W. | Wed, 01/21/2009

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Wow! Your good. You know the part where it said something about wanting to see America before it was settled (least I think that's what you were saying)? I have thought about that so many times. Like hundreds of years ago what was where my house was. How in the world did they their stuff over all the rocks and various plants.

“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” Audrey Hepburn

The Brit | Wed, 01/21/2009

Hey there!

So glad you joined! I love it when we add another AWESOME writer to our ranks! And the three poems you posted were great. I loved all three of them (especially this one).
~Mary

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"Let the high praises of God be in their mouths, and a two-edged sword in their hand."
~Psalm 149:6

Mary | Thu, 01/22/2009

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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Hi, all

Thanks, Mary. I wrote this poem for Vision Forum's "Jamestown 400" trasure hunt thingy...was that two years ago? Or only one...I forget. lol
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"I am a dreamer, take me higher, open the sky up, start a fire...I beleive, even if it's just a dream." -Bethany Dillon

LoriAnn | Fri, 01/30/2009