Daughter of the King

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,

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~

Now I sit me down in school

Where praying is against the rule

For this great nation under God

Finds mention of Him very odd.


If Scripture now the class recites,

It violates the Bill of Rights.

And anytime my head I bow

Becomes a Federal matter now.


Our hair can be purple, orange or green,

That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.

The law is specific, the law is precise.

Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.


For praying in a public hall

Might offend someone with no faith at all.

In silence alone we must meditate,

God's name is prohibited by the state.


We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,

And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.

They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.

To quote the Good Book makes me liable.


We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,

And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.

It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,

We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.


We can get our condoms and birth controls,

Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.

But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,

No word of God must reach this crowd.


It's scary here I must confess,

When chaos reigns the school's a mess.

So, Lord, this silent plea I make:

Should I be shot; My soul please take!

Amen
~Author Unknown~