Citizenship
In history was something you were born into,
Or that you earned.
It was not something that you claimed!
It is a status that we, Americans, take for granted;
We are accustomed to the status of a citizen
Who has precious, blood-bought rights,
And we bask in this condition as drunkards
Unaware of its origins or its providers.
Spoiled brats living off the lush provision of others,
We whine about any reduction in our comfort level.
What sick puppies indeed we have become
Wallowing in the fruit of another’s labor,
Ungrateful of the grace of others and the Savior!
Time will come when we are called to account
For our squandering and ignoring of that Fount
Of all our provisions and blessings from above
Poured down from the One with infinite love.
1235 on 1 August, 2023
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