Lest We Forget The Faith of Our Fathers (for North America)

Here, on the self-same sod that lured forefathers from afar

To brave the mighty sea that rose between borders, we are

The evidence of blessing sprawls across the nation wide

We till the self-same sod where generations lived and died

And soon, for no one is immune, we too will lie beneath

This place of goldenrod in bloom and zephyr-tousled heath

But now we are, armed with the only thing of any worth

A new Today; to leave a little labor on its girth

Thus we, before our blood and bones pervades this very dust

Should view its undertaking as an offering of Trust

And never, for a moment dare to entertain the thought

That we are now entitled to more than forefathers sought

Here, on the self-same sod they craved the very things we do

Freedom and family, a little house to come home to

And many, on the eventide by light of candle lit

Would open up the Word of God and read and pray a bit

Knowing that by His grace alone they toil and till and trod

Oh, pray we are as faithful as they, on this self-same sod

© Janet Martin

 

Remembering 9/11