On this Thanksgiving Day of 2020, I give thanks to God for my homeland the United States of America. As the prophet Lehi states in the Book of Mormon, "...we have obtained a land of promise, a land which is choice above all other lands..." (2 Nephi 1:5)
Those whom the Lord leads to the land of promise will prosper if they keep His commandments. If they do not keep the commandments, they will be cut off from His presence and swept off the land when their iniquity is full (see 2 Nephi 1:3–12, 20; 5:8–27; see also Ether 2:7–12).
May we ever be mindful of how we can keep this wonderful land and all of its blessings promised to us.
Those whom the Lord leads to the land of promise will prosper if they keep His commandments. If they do not keep the commandments, they will be cut off from His presence and swept off the land when their iniquity is full (see 2 Nephi 1:3–12, 20; 5:8–27; see also Ether 2:7–12).
May we ever be mindful of how we can keep this wonderful land and all of its blessings promised to us.
My Promised Land
I've seen the snowcapped mountains and fields of golden grain.
I've walked cathedral forests, and cities drenched with rain.
I've heard the rushing rivers and waves upon its shores.
I love this land, America, the land I call my home.
I've tasted of its bounties, rich blessings from above.
I've listened to its music -- of heartache, joy, and love.
I've felt the warmth of friendship from neighbors good and true.
I love this land, America, a home for me and you.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand,
This is my home, my promised land.
Kept in reserve for a righteous plan,
Fought for and won by courageous men.
Equality and freedoms for great and small,
A land of liberty and justice for all.
I now enjoy the blessing of a choice and favored land.
A nation forged with purpose, preserved by God's own hand.
A place of rights and freedoms, of peace and equity,
I love this land, America, the ensign of the free.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand,
This is my home, my promised land.
Through dark times fraught with struggle, His hand is stretched out still.
Though men be slow to hearken, contrary to His will,
If we would seek His promise to prosper in this land,
We must defend America, by living God's commands.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand,
This is my home, my promised land.
My promised land.
I've seen the snowcapped mountains and fields of golden grain.
I've walked cathedral forests, and cities drenched with rain.
I've heard the rushing rivers and waves upon its shores.
I love this land, America, the land I call my home.
I've tasted of its bounties, rich blessings from above.
I've listened to its music -- of heartache, joy, and love.
I've felt the warmth of friendship from neighbors good and true.
I love this land, America, a home for me and you.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand,
This is my home, my promised land.
Kept in reserve for a righteous plan,
Fought for and won by courageous men.
Equality and freedoms for great and small,
A land of liberty and justice for all.
I now enjoy the blessing of a choice and favored land.
A nation forged with purpose, preserved by God's own hand.
A place of rights and freedoms, of peace and equity,
I love this land, America, the ensign of the free.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand,
This is my home, my promised land.
Through dark times fraught with struggle, His hand is stretched out still.
Though men be slow to hearken, contrary to His will,
If we would seek His promise to prosper in this land,
We must defend America, by living God's commands.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand,
This is my home, my promised land.
My promised land.
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