Posted by
sovereignslave on Sunday, March 08, 2009 9:03:24 PM
Our Ship of State was built by man
Who loved the Truth -- God's Word.
They trimmed her sails
to Truth's fair breeze:
Their captian was the Lord.
Will we who now are in command
Forget, neglect, sleep while she wrecks:
While amoral mice
her depths invade
And desecrate her decks?
The hour is late . . . the mice are fat;
They've nibbled and gnawed and grown bold . . .
Sleep on, silly shipmates
while they tear down her flag
And rip it to bits - - fold by fold.
***Note by Sovereignslave: Mrs Robbins wrote the above poem in grief over the state of our Union. She is a wonderful elderly lady now, who still toils over what do do to save this republic; I am honored and blessed to be one of her students. Though she is near 90 years old (she refuses to say exactly!) her mind is still quite lucid and her spirit is strong, not yet "finished" with her job in this world. She is the author of some of the greatest books any patriot could have in their personal library. I highly recommend two specific ones for your "must have" list: "You, Your Child, and the Constitution," and "The Governor's Story." Please visit her website at: