America the Beautiful
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 teaching of God's love and a need always to pray.
So many wordly pastors tell lies about our Rock,
Saying God is going broke so they can fleece the flock.
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 governement 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 judgement comes?
How are we to face our God from whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do, but stem the 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.
