Let There Be Peace
I am just a little piece of clay That God could have thrown away Why He thought about me Is really more than I can see Without thinking about me Four children would not be Talk of our ancestors kept them alive for us To know our history was a plus We had guidance from our Aunts and Uncles too Shows what a loving family will do Nine children was in the Rose family They bloomed in the place God placed them to be I wish we could go back to where it used to be Where love was felt for God, family and country Each day hate comes across our air ways More of our freedoms are taken away Lord all of your prophesy is coming true As you told in the Bible it would do As America celebrates two hundred fifty years We will look to You to calm our fears By Neoma Ingram
