America, Bless God!

Let every soul be subject  
unto the higher powers.  
For there is no power but of
God: the powers that be are
ordained of God. Rom. 13:1

When our forefathers settled here,
They never thought it odd
To get down on their knees in prayer,
Giving praise and thanks to God.

Our country's constitution,
Acknowledged how God blessed
All men with life, and liberty,
And pursuit of happiness.

Such rights come down from God above,
As our forefathers knew.
When this country was beginning,
Most people knew that, too.

We are "One nation, under God"
"In God We Trust", we claim;
But we don't know Him anymore;
We barely even know His name.

Oh, Lord, we've fallen so far down,
We don't do as we should;
We're such a wicked nation now,
We call good evil, and evil good.

We've become so sinful, Lord,
Nothing's sacred anymore;
We even consider it a "right"
To kill our babes, unborn.

Forgive us, Lord, for we have sinned,
This country is a fraud:
We ask for God to bless our land,
While we will not bless God.

America, America,
God once shed His grace on thee;
And blessed this mighty country
From sea to shining sea.

But He'll not be mocked forever,
Soon He'll judge this wicked sod.
We must repent, and seek His face,
And America, --- Bless God!

2004 by Kathryn Brandon; all rights reserved.
This poem is my original work, and may not be
used in any manner without consent. Thank you.

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