He had hope when all seemed hopeless.
He had faith mid dire despair.
Though he saw that others faltered
For ’twas more than they could bear,
And he watch his soldiers suffer
For the help he couldn’t give,
He inspired the breath of battle
Which would make his country live.
When the years of war were over,
He perceived his mission done.
Then the British tie was severed.
Independence had been won.
But our nation, like a baby
Newly born, still needed care,
Needed nursing for survival,
Needed guidance based on prayer.
So the father of his country
Took its presidential post
As the servant of his people
In a land where people boast
It is they and not a monarch
Or a board of just a few
Who determine where they’re going
And the acts which they must do.
We achieved those fundamentals
Which comprise our way of life
From the depths of revolution
With its desperate, bloody strife,
From the vision of our founders,
And from Washington, the man
Who Began the forward motion
Of our great American plan.
The Cardinal