Snatched, But...

My immediate forefathers were snatched

From the bosom of a cultural family

That I will never get to know

And brought across the sea,

Yet, America is my homeland

The USA is my country.

I don’t question the things that happened

Or the things that have come to be

I just put my faith in GOD

In knowing that HE will take care of me.

Things are chaotic right now in this country

As things are sometimes wont to be

But I think good thoughts about my fellowman

And about this place that is my homeland.

And at the end of the day

I will still bow and say

"Father, please forgive the haters

And the hateful things done

And I ask continued blessings

Upon the USA

In spite of what some men do

And in spite of what some men say

Because this is the country

That you chose for me and my posterity

When you allowed my ancestors to

Make it through that arduous journey

As they crossed an unknown sea

And that journey, with time, culminated in me,

This grateful child who approaches

YOUR throne on bended knee

To ask, once again, FATHER

Please, on the homeland YOU chose

For me, and that I love, have mercy.

 

And thanking YOU once again for

Allowing my forefathers to be snatched

According to your plan because YOU

Knew that some of their posterity

Would lend a hand and raise their voices

For YOU to bless this, our homeland

All according to YOUR plan!"

 

"It's sometimes mindboggling when

I think about how the machinations of men

All work out to the nth degree

As YOU had already planned

So, I am thankful for YOUR placing

Me in YOUR all-powerful, all-knowing hand!"©

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Sometimes, America, thoughts come to me that astound even me. But then again, that happens from time to time because GOD never allows us access to all of HIS mind.

I can tell you one thing, though; I am glad that when it comes to Alma, HE says, "She is mine!"

Be prayerful and safe.

 

Walking by faith,

Alma L. Stepping On Carr-Jones