Happy Fourth of July

As you go about your picnic, barbecue, or other celebratory event, ponder the words to this song by Rich Mullins: Here in America.

***To turn off my mixpod to listen to this song, scroll down to the bottom of the page. 

There you will see my player and click the play/pause button.

Here in America

Saints and children we have gathered here to hear the sacred story 

And I'm glad to bring it to you with my best rhyming and rhythm 

'Cause I know the thirsty listen and down to the waters come 

And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America 

And if you listen to my songs I hope you hear the water falling 

I hope you feel the oceans crashing on the coast of north New England 

I wish I could be there just to see them, two summers past I was 

And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America 

And if I were a painter I do not know which I'd paint 

The calling of the ancient stars or assembling of the saints 

And there's so much beauty around us for just two eyes to see 

But everywhere I go I'm looking 

And once I went to Appalachia for my father he was born there 

And I saw the mountains waking with the innocence of children 

And my soul is still there with them wrapped in the songs they brought 

And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America 

And I've seen by the highways on a million exit ramps 

Those two-legged memorials to the laws of happenstance 

Waiting for four-wheeled messiahs to take them home again 

But I am home anywhere if You are where I am 

And if you listen to my songs I hope you hear the water falling 

I hope you feel the oceans crashing on the coast of north New England 

I wish I could be there just to see them, two summers past I was 

And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America

Happy Fourth, everyone!