Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;

Monday, March 28, 2011

My Country Tis of Thee

After we say the pledges each morning (most mornings), we sing My Country Tis of Thee.

My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty,
of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrim's pride,
Of thee I sing.






















Lilly has decided the words should be changed to: land where my daddy died!
























mmmm. . . doesn't feel quite the same anymore. . .

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