Poetry

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A nation of Christians,
but babies still die,
it’s only a fetus,
oh what a great lie.

America is great,
America is free,
America needs God,
Oh why can’t she see?

The nation is sick,
the nations’ not well,
her morals have fallen,
shes headed for hell.

Her leaders are trying,
they say that they care,
but no one believes them,
they’re full of hot air.

Her leaders are selfish,
they love all the fame,
they say it’s for us,
it’s part of their game.

The nation loves things
instead of her God,
she can’t even see,
she’ll soon feel His rod.

Our nation is sinful,
oh what a great shame,
it’s not all her fault,
the church shares the blame.

The church was on fire,
but now she is weak,
if she doesn’t repent,
her future is bleak.

She sings, she laughs,
she runs, she plays,
she can’t even see,
that she’s in decay.

Her leaders are slick,
they love all the praise,
if no one is listening,
their voices they raise.

They want to be fresh,
they want to be new,
they have to have people
in every pew.

If the crowds do not come,
they may lose their jobs,
and the Savior look on,
and then He sobs.

The Word should they shout,
proclaim it, be bold,
but they are too slick,
they say it’s too old.

The Word is not taught,
the Word is not used,
no one can see,
how much it’s abused.

A verse here and there,
that’s all that is heard,
they think it’s so cute,
but it’s really absurd.

Her worship is hollow,
it’s just a big show,
perform for the people,
they’ll give lots of dough.

Her people want fun,
her people want games,
they can’t even see,
their own dark shame.

The lost are dying,
there’s no one to tell,
they can’t even see,
that they’re going to hell.

With blood on her hands,
the Savior looks on,
she once had a voice,
but now it is gone.

The church is just fine,
the heathen she blames,
she can’t even see,
her own dark shame.

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