Sigh no more
We depart
For the
Celestial shore
It is sin
I abhor
I desire to
Sin no more
My sister Vi
Is out of sight
She helps me
Often
She’s a pure
Delight
She made
My bed tonight
We trust
In Christ alone
His radiance
Has shone
In Him
We are free
No more
Misery
We pray
For America
She has
Lost her way
Once close
To God
She is now
Far away
Repentance
Is needed
For us
To once more
Be
That shining
City
Upon a hill
by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024
