"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will
give you rest.
In New York Harbor stands a lady,
with a torch raised to the sky;
and all who see her know she stands for
Liberty for you and me.
I'm so proud to be called an American,
To be named with the brave and the free;
I will honor our flag and our trust in God,
and the Statue of Liberty.
On lonely Golgotha stood a cross,
with my Lord raised to the sky;
and all who kneel there live forever
as all the saved can testify.
I'm so glad to be called a Christian,
to be named with the ransomed and whole;
as the statue liberates the citizen,
so the cross liberates the soul.
Oh the cross is my Statue of Liberty,
it was there that my soul was set free;
Unashamed I'll proclaim that a rugged cross
is my Statue of Liberty!
Thank you to all the men and women who have fought and are still fighting for our freedom.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!