A lump still forms within my throat, and tears within my eye,
When I lift up my head and see Old Glory flying high.
Of songs about America, I just can't get my fill,
And patriotic marching bands will always bring a thrill.

The fact that I'm American brings gratitude and pride,
And makes me think of all I owe to those brave men who died
So I might live in freedom from oppression's stern command,
And worship God the way I choose, and seek His guiding hand.

I'm thankful for the countless blessings God has showered down,
And for the beauty manifest in every state and town.
But still I know it grieves the Lord to watch from Heaven and see
The selfish, sinful lives we lead, and our depravity.