My Home, My Land, My Heart's True Pride (October 4, 2000)

I was feeling paricularly patriotic on a drive through Virgina and wrote this.
When I look across her rolling plains,
And gaze upon her snow-capped mounts,
I see nothing but beauty in her face,
I say, "My home, my land, my heart's true pride."
I stare across a valley deep,
At the mountain range,
Overhead the eagle cries,
"My home, my land, my heart's true pride."
Through her forest great I hike and see,
The leaves change from green to gold,
Then fall to the ground now covered in snow,
The wind howls cold, and whispers low,
"My home, my land, my heart's true pride."
Grace and majesty is all I see,
'Til I look at our nation's gate,
This land once ruled by godly men,
Who held their morals high,
Now led by men who trust not in God,
Who made this great land,
Hence she falls with shame,
With a deep dark fate,
"Alas," I cry, "my home, my land, my heart's true pride."