In America, the impossible stands,
As dreams take flight in determined hands.
Where mountains are moved, and rivers are crossed,
What once seemed impossible is never lost.

From fields of hope to the stars above,
Fueled by courage, faith, and love,
We dare to build, to strive, to create,
Defying the odds, reshaping fate.

Through trials faced and battles won,
We rise again with each new sun.
With grit and grace, we pass each test—
In America, the impossible is what we do best.

For limits bend to the will to try,
And failure fuels the will to fly.
Together we march, our hearts possessed,
By a vision where the impossible rests.

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We stand tall, unwavering, proud,
Voices strong, our hearts unbowed.
With freedom’s light, we pave the way,
Americans bold, come what may.

Our flag flies high, its colors bright,
A symbol of courage, justice, and might.
Yet in our strength, we humbly see,
Our true foundation: divinity.

For we kneel to God and God alone,
The cornerstone of the land we own.
His guidance leads, His grace sustains,
Through every triumph, through every pain.

No throne of man, no worldly creed,
Can shape our hearts or meet our need.
We stand as one, united and free,
But bow to God, our destiny.

Americans strong, with faith in hand,
Under His watch, we’ll always stand.
With trust in Him, forever known,
We kneel to God and God alone.

MarkWaldrop

Serve your politics with love, not spite,
With kindness guiding what is right.
For words of anger tear apart,
But love can heal a broken heart.

Let compassion shape your stand,
Extend to others a helping hand.
Debate with grace, not bitter blame,
For unity is the greater aim.

Hate may shout, but love will stay,
To build the bridges hate would fray.
The world needs voices calm and true,
Who seek the good in all they do.

So serve with love in every word,
Let hope be louder, always heard.
For politics, when love leads through,
Can change the world—and me, and you.

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The process is vast, with the world in debate,
But God’s saving grace does not hinge on the state.
Parties seek power, they care for your vote,
Yet Christ’s love and mercy, they barely take note.

The pursuit of control can cloud what is right,
For the Christian’s calling is love in the fight.
Do not trade the Sermon for influence or gain,
For in that exchange, there’s little but pain.

If politics tempts you to judge or to hate,
Turn down the volume before it’s too late.
Bring salt, bring light, in this heated divide,
With grace, let the love of your Savior abide.

For splitting the Body over policies grim,
Is a wound far greater than any party win.
Vote with conviction, your conscience, and might,
But remember, it’s love that defines what is right.

More precious than victories, more lasting than fame,
Is a soul filled with love, glorifying His Name.

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In the days ahead, when choices loom,
And voices echo in the room,
My focus clear, my heart stays calm—
Not on the donkey or the elephant, but on the Lamb.

For earthly powers rise and fall,
Yet only One can rule them all.
The Lamb who gave His life for me,
Is where my focus needs to be.

The donkey brays, the elephant stands,
But neither holds my heart’s commands.
I follow not their fleeting plans—
My eyes are fixed upon the Lamb.

For in His grace, true hope is found,
In love and mercy, I’m unbound.
No earthly symbol, creed, or brand
Can sway my faith or change my stand.

So as the world debates and roars,
I’ll seek the One who opens doors,
My focus firm, my faith unshaken,
In the Lamb, my heart awakened.

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