We once stood proud,
Not long ago,
Now we wear a shroud,
Only, UP, to go.
To Christian Arms
By Arley Steinhour 121112
The call, is ringing oer the land,
Mount-up, your country calls,
We need our Patriots on hand,
To man our Christian Nation's Walls.
Those who hate us, sneaking through,
Cut - fences, and by tunnel, deep,
Thinking that Red White and Blue,
Has, no more Hero's, only Sheep.
My heart, and mind, are ready,
If only the body would awake,
Patriot, marching almost steady,
Half-a-mile, before a rest break.
Think, I'll let those of younger age,
Fill the shoes, we once did fill,
Enthusiasm their main gauge,
For their Patriotic row to Till.
I pray that they do win the day,
When engaged in Freedom's Foray,
Marching home, with Victor's sway,
To have their day, in Freedom's Glory.
Dear God, forgive our Sodom Ways,
Return us to the ways of 'Philly-town,'
There was a time, we filled our days,
Serving you, in joyous ways, with ner a frown.
Lift the blindness of the veil,
On your Chosen People's eyes,
For Messiah, they must wail,
To see Eternal Day, where no one cries.