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Something Wonderful: Little Girl Sings Amazing National Anthem at LA Galaxy vs Seattle Sounders Game

by Vanderleun on September 27, 2018

Not a single knee was down, and I wiped a way a tear.

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Snakepit Kansas September 27, 2018, 5:43 PM

Slightly theatrical, but that little girl has pipes!!!

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Renzi September 27, 2018, 8:23 PM

What a crackup. Just want to hug her!

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Rob De Witt September 28, 2018, 12:04 AM

Great that she did it, and good for her – and she can sing, although it ain’t gonna last long if she keeps doing that.

An absolute travesty that at that age she’s already been convinced that she has to have “soul” to put it across. My little darling, you ain’t black. And that’s a good thing.

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Recessional

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
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Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
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For frantic boast and foolish word—
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