The remnants of spent fireworks can be found in backyards and on city streets. The sounds of celebration have diminished. Old Glory may still wave, but has anything changed? Chances are the sounds of liberty and freedom have dwindled over time. We have lost much of the afterglow that originally followed the United States Declaration of independence so many years ago. There is still a glimmer of patriotism alive in our country, which needs to be rekindled by someone who truly loves America and realizes the cost of freedom. I pray that God will provide the right leadership and reignite our pride in the sacrifices paid for our liberty.

ART BY PAUL & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER

Majestic eagle spreads his wings, a span of eight feet wide,

The pinions of those glorious wings with heaven soon collide,

His feathers made for reaching God, they also serve to save,

Protection for those learning how to take off and be brave.

We’re like those fledgling youngsters, flailing to keep the pace,

We need the stronger presence of the One who takes our place,

We turn our eyes up to the skies, praying for God’s own hand,

To take us far beyond our realm, into another land.

We soar so high with wings outspread, His breath will intercede,

We fail at times, but He’s right there to care for every need,

The gates to heaven open wide, we’ll meet Him face to face,

He grants our rest in His strong wings knowing we’ve won the race.