Prayerful Poem

"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 enought 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?
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 of Alabama wrote this poem. He has been removed from the bench for refusing to take down the Ten commandments displayed on his courtroom wall. He was sued by the ACLU for this refusal and is now at risk for losing his ability to practice law in Alabama! Pray for people like Judge Moore to rise up in South Dakota--people who are willing to accept any persecution that may arise for holding firm to their beliefs! Pray for people who will stand in the gap for the unborn!