America, the Beautiful - [OC] - QB

America, the Beautiful.

America, America, God shed his grace on thee.


America, did you know that 

The story of how this country came to be was written half assed and unfinished. 


Truth is God had always shed his grace on the land we claimed as America. 


We are a body of people who choose to be United despite the sins of our past, as a body of one, we are trying to make peace with what we cannot change. 


As a people we have a common spirit expressed in a variety of translations. 


Our story of who we are and how we came to be, is one of Grit. Perseverance. Set-backs. Wins. Pitfalls and Losses. 


Together as a body of one. 


All of us, choosing to be United while we continue to  strive for a more perfect Union.

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