America The Beautiful - A poem by Chief Justice Roy Moore

widely distributed | 2000 | Chief Justice Roy Moore

[solitonic]

America The Beautiful

America the Beautiful or so you used to be,
Land of the Pilgrim's pride, I'm glad they're not here to see,
Babies piled in dumpsters, abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand.

Your children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said abstain.
From sea to shining sea this Nation has turned away,
From the teaching of God's Law, and a need to always pray.

So many worldly pastors telling 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 all the earth is but His footstool and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in governments that are rotting to the core,
Appointing Godless judges who throw reason out the door.
Too soft to put a killer in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill that child before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry that our land's a moral slum?
And How much longer will it be before His judgement comes?
And How are we to face our God, from whom we cannot hide?
What is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide!

For If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray;
If we Seek Hit 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.

© Chief Justice Roy Moore

[solitonic]

This poem by Chief Justice Roy Moore is posted here to accompany this more recent one, posted by webber.

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