Jack A. Rogers Poems

We thank thee O my God, this bounteous day
Let us feast, give thanks and pray Our covered table we do bless
Promised tithes and express Glorious generosity from above
Showered upon us with touching love To the magnitude you provide
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America called come take your stand
For love of country our beautiful land So very young with nerves of steel
The fiery battle does not conceal Terrifying moments, no quarter asked
Bloody confrontations a gallant task Hostile fire all through the night
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