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The Growing Mist
By Tom Johnson
Through oceans’ mist the Pilgrims came
They found a land without a name
They came so far and paid so dear
But why they came was very clear
So many left their way of life
Which was not all just pain and strife
A common dream is what they shared
So off into the mist they dared
They left their homes and friends behind
They knew that time would be unkind
For some who left upon that quest
Would all too soon be laid to rest
They knew the price was very high
But even though they vowed to try
They pledged their lives by toil and prayer
To turn around they did not dare
They had a vision in their heart
A brave new world where all could start
A way of life where all were free
To worship their own Deity
A world where no one dared deny
That all were equal in God’s eye
No dreams or visions now deterred
For this was built upon God’s Word
But all too soon the test began
The challenge rang throughout the land
Our common cause would persevere
Because we held our freedom dear
Through every test that we have faced
We’ve never had our Flag disgraced
On it’s foundation we rely
That most may live a few must die
This symbol represents our land
Our way of life, our helping hand
It offers hope to all oppressed
It signifies why we are blessed
Upon it our allegiance lies
And by God’s grace it always flies
Upon this land that we call home
For by God’s grace we’re not alone
And like so many times before
The Mist now gathers at our door
To test our truths and our belief
And hope that we’ll not find relief
It tries to hide God’s Sacred Word
And have our allegiance never heard
It shrugs at all the blood we’ve shed
And turns deaf ears to all we’ve said
And still expects that we should die
So it can feed upon its lie
It has no Country, God or Creed
It only feeds upon its greed
Its only thoughts are of a few
And gives no thought to me or you
It’s selfish, blind, and like a plague
It feeds on ignorance, however vague
This Mist has slowly clouded our view
And now it’s time to Pledge anew
Our faith in God and to the Flag
Which to this Mist seems but a rag
Remember values meant for all
Not just a few who would see us fall
Hold always dear within your heart
Our sacred flag which you’re a part
Remember those who braved the Mist
To start a world where truth exists
And by God’s words of Fellowship
We should not suffer Censorship
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