"Give me your tired, your poor; your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore; send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door."- Emma Lazarus "The Colossus"
I remember these words in a melodious song from my youth. How peaceful and loving I felt when I sang them. Etched in a plate on the Statue of Liberty, the new arrivals to the United States of America thought all would be well. As I reflected on Independence Day, I was deeply saddened by how far this nation has fallen away from it's humble beginnings. "One nation under God" has now turned into a nation that wishes to remove God!
"We Thirst For You," sung by Cece Winans, rings in my heart. Without God my life would be like the desert in this picture. Barren and unfruitful. I am so thankful for the hope I have in the words spoken by Jesus in Matthew 11:28. "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
