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REMEMBERING
September 11, 2001
O Lord, our heavenly Father,
the high and mighty Ruler of the universe,
who dost from thy throne behold all the dwellers upon earth;
Most heartily we beseech thee,
with thy favor to behold and bless thy servants,
The President of the United States of America,
the Governor of this State,
and all others in authority;
and so replenish them with the grace of thy Holy Spirit,
that they may always incline to thy will,
and walk in thy way.
Endue them plenteously with heavenly gifts;
grant them in health and prosperity long to live;
and finally, after this life,
to attain everlasting joy and felicity;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.
 

From The Book of Common Prayer
of the Reformed Episcopal Church of America, © 1932
I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!

I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.

I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,
Shiloh and Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill,
the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest,
Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy.
Okinawa, Korea and KheSan,
Saigon, Vietnam know me,
I was there.

I led my troops, I was dirty,
battle worn and tired,
but my soldiers cheered me.
I was proud.

I have been burned,
torn and trampled on the
streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and
trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it's by those
whom I've served inbattle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood over the uncharted frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.

But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
when I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving
parent at the grave
of their fallen son or daughter, 
I am proud.

MY NAME IS OLD GLORY


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