Everywhere. I want Him to show up from sea, to shining sea.
I want HIM to show up on the purple mountains majesty.
I want freedom to ring in the land where my Fathers died, in the land where pilgrims died.
Soldiers.
Revolutionists. Battles that were not our own, and yet on our own soil.
Pilgrims, who were seeking freedom. Fleeing from persecution.
Let Freedom sing.
Freedom RING!
I want to start with me.
I want to start here.
Freedom;
release my Beautiful America, the country that is mine, my noble country, thee, let music swell the breeze; let it ring from all the trees.
Let music swell the breeze.
Gloriously sing, you rocks.
Shout “Glorious!” you trees!
FREEDOM reigns.
Unrestrained.
Freedom shall. Freedom is.
Freedom Sees.
Where do I need GOD to show up?
Right here.
Right now.
In me, somehow.
This is where i want GOD to show up.
Credit: Samuel Francis Smith (1832) Public Domain – ‘My Country, ‘Tis of Thee—-. jth… 3/19/2024