Blessed is the nation
That speaks of God's creation,
We all were born into sin.
Amen.
Blessed is the country
That feeds the poor and the hungry,
And forgets, where others have been.
Amen.
Blessed is the land
That praises God's mighty hand,
And ignores the evil of the lions den.
Amen.
Blessed are the people
That speak of love and peace not only from a steeple,
We all are siblings and kin.
Amen.
Blessed are the ones who holds no wrath
The ones that follows Jesus's path,
And as God would surely write with a pen.
Amen.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem