Prayer Moves The Arm Which Moves The

Blue Thou Art, Intensely Blue; Flower, Whence Came Thy Dazzling Hue?

Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A Day's March Nearer Home.

Dark-green And Gemm'd With Flowers Of Snow, With Close Uncrowded Branches Spread Not Proudly High, Nor Meanly Low, A Graceful Myrtle Rear'd Its Head.

We Fought The Revolutionary War For No Taxation Without Representation, It Seems To Me That We Are Much Worse Off Today, Because We Are Heavily Taxed, And Only The King's Corporations Control This Country, Together With Mob Rule, Of The Special Interests.

Songs Of Praise The Angels Sang, Heav'n With Alleluias Rang, When Creation Was Begun, When God Spoke And It Was Done.