A Child Comes Aroundby Deborah Ettinger
February 2005
My son was educated well
He learned to worship earthHe learned the Lord did not exist, there was no Savior's birth.His urban college taught himhow to challenge country micewho had the nerve to own their land, he'd learned that was a vice.He worked and sued andmade his fortune off the poorwho tilled the fields and held the land, he'd show them to the door.His client was the governmentwho wished to take the rightand soil and water from the folks who gave this country might.His uncle lost his job up norththe logging mill closed downthe students vanished from the schools, there's nothing left of town.And then his father's farm was lostto those who wished to sue,His father's anguished pleas were tossed, my son had much to do.His thinking quickly turned aroundHe saw he had been wrongHe learned that owning land exists to keep this country strong.His goal was now to keep the rightsof landowners intactHis love for people now made up for what he once had lacked.Now my fine son's a congressmanHe's learned to love and liveNow fairness to his fellow man is what he wants to giveAnd as for God, it took awhileto change his point of viewBut gazing at his tiny son was when he finally knew.This was written after an Eagle Forum meeting during which a very tearful mother spoke of her son who had chosen to work with a big environmental legal firm. They were from the rural lands on the northern California coast so this went against her deepest beliefs. I wrote this to cheer her up and give her hope. Deborah Ettinger