Twisted

I am so thankful for what we have
Have we forgotten our roots?
Roots of our families, our foundation?
Foundation of our country so fair

Fair, life isn’t, but neither are we
We twist good things, making them convoluted and complicated
Complicated ways, not of Jesus’ world
World was created good, but became twisted

Twisted are the words of the evil one, our enemy
Enemy of everyone and this planet of ours
Ours is a job that came when the earth was formed
Formed by just a few words

Words were used in the making us too
To us, He is our Creator
Creator that made our world, our country
Country that’s supposed to be for you and me

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