America The Beautiful
by Judge Roy Moore

America the Beautiful, or so you used to be,
Land of th Pilgrims' pride, I'm glad they'll
never see

Babies piled in dumpsters, Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is
built on 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 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 earth is but His footstool and Heaven
is His throne.
We've voted in a government thats rotten
to the core,
Appointing Godless Judges who throw reason
out the door.
Too soft to place a killer in a welldeserved 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?
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 our
sins,
He'll heal our sickly land and those who live within.

But american the Beautiful if you don't, then
you will see,
A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from Thee.
AMEN!