In the Land of the Free

The Statue of Liberty sits silently

under the bright moonlit sky.

Awaiting a monster

that threatens to come in.

A storm forecasters have said

will be like no other.

Along the coast,

May the hem of his robe

with each of His steps,

Keep them safe,

and the storm to take,

May “the huddles, masses,

the tired and the poor”

beneath Lady Liberty,

Look to the heaven far above

And no He is by their side,

For we shall be safe once more

in the Harbors from above,

Protected by His love.

 

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