America the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.
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Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.
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Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain
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From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray.
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We've kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.
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We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,
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Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.
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You think that God's not angry,
that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?
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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?
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If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:
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Then God will hear from Heaven;
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.
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But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.
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~~Judge Roy Moore~~
