The One Who Holds The Flag Poem by Jean Penner

Twas a crisp Autumn morning, a freshness filled the air,
Skies were peaceful blue - No doubt, our God was there.

He saw the sadness coming, His heart was braced with love;
He sent a fearless eagle in the spirit of a dove.

The eagle circled round about and heard the children cry,
It shrieked a call of agony, as tears fell from his eyes.

Then across the mourning waters, as his flight, he steady kept,
A statue heard his sobbing, and she turned her head and wept.

'Help us, Lord, ' she cried out, and the Father heard her plea,
In a raging cloud of thunder, His angels came to see.

'Go there, ' He must've whispered, 'beyond the cloud of pain,
Embrace my special children, for they will not die in vain.

Bring them gently to me, for my home is waiting near,
Inside the walls of Heaven, they will never more know fear.'

Then from the realms of Heaven, God gently blew the wind,
Sending to the eagle, a message for a friend.

'Tell the mighty statue to hold her torch up high,
The freedom which she stands for is never going to die.'

To the mighty eagle, the Father said, 'Take flight,
You will never be alone, I will guide you through the night.'

Then as the statue raised her torch, and the eagle went to soar,
They paused to see an image that was shining by the shore.

Hands held tight in friendship, a banner waving true,
Reflecting in the waters, were red and white and blue.

The eagle and the statue then bent their heads to pray,
For the One who holds the flag will bless the U.S.A.