America the beautiful, or so you used to be. Land of the Pilgrim's pride - I'm so glad they'll never see
Babies piled in dumpsters, abortion on demand.
Sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand.
People wander aimlessly, poisoned by cocaine
Choosing to indulge, when God said to abstain.
From sea to shining sea, our country turns away
From the teaching of God's word, and the need to pray
Phony TV preachers tell lies about our Rock
Saying God has spoke to them, while they fleece the flock
We've voted in a government that's rotten to the core
Appointing Godless judges, who throw reason out the door
Too soft to place the killer, in his well deserved tomb
But brave enough to kill the child, before he leaves the womb.
You think God's not angry and sad that our land's a moral slum?
How much evil will He watch, before His Kingdom comes?
How are we to face our God, from whom we cannot hide?
What is left for us to do to stem this evil tide?
We who are called need always to humbly turn and pray
Teach others to seek His holy face, and leave their evil way.
Then God would hear from Heaven, and forgive us of our sin.
He'd heal our sickly land, and those who live within
But America The Beautiful, if you don't, then you shall see
A sad and holy Father withdraw His hand from thee.
~ Written by Judge Roy Moore~ Page by Mary Jones 2004
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