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 enough 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 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
Pass this on and let's lift Judge Moore up in prayer.
He has stood firm and needs our support and prayers.
The road to ancient Bethlehem Leads out too endlessly,
But at my window I can kneel,
Dear Lord, to Worship Thee.
I see through the bright silver mist
Of starlight down my street.
The startled shepherds moving feet
On eager, hurrying feet
To fall before Thee, blessed Lord.
I see the wise men ride
High on their Rocking beasts to come
And worship at Thy side.
I cannot join the throngs tonight
To journey to thy stall
But Lord, dear Lord, I bring my gifts:
My love, my life, my all.
Grace Noll Crowell
The Trumpets Proclaim
T’was the night before Trumpets and all through the
The children were listening for trumpets to rouse
Them out of their lethargy Strong and Deep,
To waken them from their Age-long sleep.
Messiah raised men from their squalor and dearth,
The Lamb Who was slain from foundation of earth.
His purity proven as He rose from the dead,
Established the loaves of Unleavened Bread.
Atonement was made, the veil was torn;
The robes of righteousness now would be worn.
He gave us Passover, Atonement, Pentecost,
So remembrance of Him would never be lost.
Tabernacles the sign, that He dwelt with us,
We abandoned His feasts, not counting the cost.
We came out of Egypt, Reed Sea we did cross,
Then hung His laws on a wooden cross.
Keeping Christmas, Easter, and all such nonsense,
Caring not that to Him this was an offense,
We did not know what He meant when He said,
"If you love Me, keep commandments instead."
We wail unto Him, "They’re taking our land",
For little did we understand
The truth of the subtle but ironic twist,
If we kept His Law, theirs wouldn’t exist.
If we were keeping His Feasts every year,
Lucifer’s legions would quake in fear,
For the Feasts are the signs
Of the Times and the Season.
The day or the hour is not the reason,
But His love poured out when we were the heathen.
Then finally, on that Last Great Day,
His Kingdom established for He did pay
The Redemption forever for all mankind—
The straying sheep He came to find.
He’s coming again with His heavenly Hosts
To separate the sheep from the goats.
We’ll keep His Feasts, He’s shown us how,
But if in Heaven, then why not now?
For keeping the Feasts is the Sign that He meant
To show the world we keep Covenant.
The Trumps will proclaim as He comes into sight
Displaying His majesty, glory and might,
With Michael and saints reflecting His Light,
And the sword of Truth shining ever so bright.
When you have finished doing your part
Then don’t despair, but instead take heart,
For we heard Him promise ere he rose out of sight
"I’m coming again to make all things right."