or so you
used to be. Land of
the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad
they'll never see. Babies
piled in dumpsters, Abortion
on demand, Oh, sweet
land of liberty; your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned
by cocaine choosing
to indulge their lusts,
when God
has said abstain From sea to shining sea,
our Nation
turns away From the
teaching of God's love
and a need
to always pray. We've kept God in our temples,
how
callous we have grown.
When earth
is but His footstool,
and Heaven
is His throne. We've voted in a government
that's
rotting at the core,
Appointing
Godless Judges; who throw
reason out the door, Too soft to place a killer
in a well
deserved tomb, But brave
enough to kill a baby
before he
leaves the womb. You think that God's not angry,
that our
land's a moral slum?
How much
longer will He wait before His
judgment comes? How are we to face our God,
from Whom
we cannot hide? What then
is left for us to do,
but stem
this evil tide? If
we who are His children,
will
humbly turn and pray;
Seek His
holy face and mend
our evil way: Then God will hear from Heaven;
and
forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal
our sickly land and those
who live within. But, if you
don't - then you will see,
A sad but
Holy God withdraw His hand from Thee.
~~Judge
Roy Moore ~~ For info on Judge Roy
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