America the beautiful
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.
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, America the Beautiful,
If you don't then you will see
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.
~~Judge Roy Moore~~
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