OUR FLAG

OUR FLAG

Beginning with Washington, through history and time
A symbol of freedom in story and rhyme
It was watched through the night by Francis Scott Key
As he penned the words, “Oh say can you see”
Through our country’s wars it continued to fly
On Iwo Jima brave men hoisted it high
Raised on nine eleven midst the rubble and dust
Showing the world that “In God We Trust”
Patriots and presidents, it’s covered their coffin
Over many brave soldiers’ it’s been draped too often
Tri-fold  presented to mothers and wives
In tribute to heroes who gave their lives
It’s been walked and spat on, reviled and spurned
Desecrated and hated, rejected and burned
Those who denounce it don’t realize
Their freedom was given by others who died
To preserve Old Glory they took a stand
So this flag still flies freely all over our land
Each color has meaning, each stripe and each star
And it’s colors grew bolder through terror and war
It’s flown over our country down through the years
It’s fabric was woven with blood, bravery and tears

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Sue Ikerd
April 21, 2015

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Freedom Isn’t Free

FREEDOM ISN’T FREE

I lost my life at Valley Forge my hand froze to my gun

I was but still a lad my life had just begun

Because we chose to bravely fight and die for liberty

Our great nation did emerge

Freedom isn’t free

It was spring at Chancelorsville I fought in a field stained red

We rallied against the foe while around us lay the dead

I lost my life that fateful day in 1863

To right the wrong and unite our land

Freedom isn’t free

Poppies grow in Flanders Field, their numbers rival the dead

Each bloom denotes a life cut short this field is now their bed

Men fought in this foreign land from homes across the sea

They gave their lives for their beliefs

Freedom isn’t free

The sun shines on fields at Normandy with crosses overgrown

Gleaming white among the rows stands mine with the word “UNKNOWN”

My name is lost my face forgot I died for lives yet to be

That you might live in this great land

Freedom isn’t free

They fought in trenches cold and damp in deserts hot and dry

In jungles dense they thought of home, as they were about to die

Our flag still waves above our land because of men like these

We can’t forget their sacrifice

Freedom isn’t free

Evil men have rose to power down through the many years

They ruled the land and oppressed man with torture, hate and fear

When a tyrant is defeated and their power ceased to be

It’s because of those who answered the call

Freedom isn’t free

For generations they’ve stepped forth, left home and family

Some served on land, some in air and some served on the sea

They pledged to preserve, protect and defend our sacred liberty

So evil would fail and right prevail

Freedom isn’t free

Thousands fought through the years so our country could survive

To secure the blessings of liberty for those who are now alive

You may march and protest you have the right to disagree

But remember the blood that bought this right

Freedom isn’t free

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Sue Ikerd 2003

Copyright May 30, 2003 ©

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Biscuits

biscuits

BISCUITS
In a little country church an old farmer stood to pray
The young preacher listened quietly to the words he had to say
He said, “Lord I hate buttermilk, it tastes so strange and sour
And Lord I don’t like lard and I don’t much care for flour
But when you dump them in a bowl and mix them all together
Bake them in an oven hot, it couldn’t get much better
I love biscuits Lord, with gravy, jam or honey
There’s nothing any better, Lord, they make my day more sunny
It’s kinda like when life gets hard and we don’t know what you’re makin’
We question things that don’t seem right and ask if you’re mistaken
But all things work together for good to those that love the Lord
So help us to believe in you, abiding by your Word
I pray I live my life God, that I might be a witness
And all would know and love you, Lord as much as I love you and biscuits
Amen

Romans 8:28 And we know that for those who love God all things work
together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
I received the inspiration for this story from one I read on the internet entitled “I Hate Buttermilk”.
Sue Ikerd
March 1, 2016

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Key to Heaven

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Happy Easter!
Key to Heaven

Key to Heaven

Heaven awaits, we can walk through the gates

God has provided the key

From beginning to end, a love that transcends

His never-ending guarantee

God sent down His Son, to show everyone

The Way to Heaven above

The cornerstone laid, the price for us paid

He sent down the sign of a dove

You just need the key, our mansion is free

If you accept God’s Son without fail

We’ve a home up above, God built it with love

The key was hung on a nail.

Sue Ikerd

May 5, 2010

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Christ’s Passion

christs passion

Christ’s Passion

In the Garden of Gethsemane to the Father cried the Son
“May this cup pass from Me” but “Thy will not mine be done”
The cock crowed a second time on that cold Jerusalem morn
It was time to accomplish to what He had been born
Although they could find no fault, they sentenced Him to die
The crowd shouted out their choice, Barrabas was their cry
He was scourged and beaten, spat upon with scorn
Mocked as on His head they pushed a crown of thorns
The cross that he shouldered weighed heavy upon Him
The burden that He carried was laden with our sin
The pounding of a hammer resonated ‘cross the land
As a Roman soldier drove the nails into His hands
He asked for their forgiveness, “for they know not what they do”
A message not for just that day, it was for me and you
He cried out to His Father as the sky turned dark and gray
A tear fell from Heaven and God slowly turned away
An earthquake tore the temple veil as the angels cried
He commended to God His Spirit and then my Savior died
Scarlet footprints to Golgotha, crimson streams ran down the cross
Each drop of blood was precious, this blood He shed for us
They placed Him in a borrowed tomb and sealed it on that day
But on the Sabbath He had risen when the stone was rolled away
“I will be with you always”, is the promise that He made
He offered us eternal life as He triumphed o’er the grave
He suffered greatly for our sins and paid the sacrifice
An awesome love was shown for us in the Passion of my Christ

Sue Ikerd
March 8, 2004

Copyright 2004 ©

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