My Country~Courtesy Of Rosey's Places Of The Heart

AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL

America the Beautiful
or so you used to be
Land of the Pilgrim's 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.

So many worldly pastors
tell lies about the Rock,
Saying is is going broke
so they can fleece the flock.
We've kept God in our temples,
how calloused 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 through 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 stern 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.

In 1997, Judge Roy Moore of Alabama refused the order of another judge to remove the Ten Commandments from his courtroom and to stop opening his court with daily prayer. Judge Moore modified the above poem which was originally penned by Peter Marshall.