We feel the dirt beneath our feet, breathe in the country air;
Shoes pressed down against the concrete, hot dogs in the air.
We see the mighty heights of these His mountains,
The mighty depths of these His lakes.
We see His hand outstretched to us,
"This is yours for freedom."
May we ever rise to sing His praise,
Rejoicing in victory and beauty.
May we look to the skies and breathe in deep,
Enjoying the undeserved without complacency.
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