127. Mourning America
We observe the scene of confusion and discord which surrounding our Republic with justifiable concern. While God's anointed apostles and prophets assure us that the Lord will preserve His saints through all adversity, we may sometimes mourn for the state of our nation as we await Jesus' public, world-wide return in great glory. I respectfully submit that we have a long time to wait. Meanwhile, there remains "an effectual struggle to be made". In that struggle, we may both heartened and ashamed at how far we have fallen from the vision and the sacrifices of our Founders. John Adams observed: "You will never know how much it has cost my generation to preserve your freedom. I hope you will make a good use of it."
I
One day each year is set aside
That we remember those before.
Who offered all they had or were,
That God would open freedom's door.
We are not worthy of their pain
We are not fit to give their due
And yet their sacrifice remains,
God's gift of grace to me and you--
America, I mourn for thee.
II
Compared to those who lit the flame,
Of freedom's fire in men's souls.
Their heirs despise the noble scenes
And daring feats that made us whole.
For Lexington and Bunker Hill
Have passed far from their hearts and sight.
The selfish tantrums of our days
Spawn Satan's heat; forsake God's light.
America, I mourn for thee.
III
The heroes of our distant past,
Now hide their faces from our view.
In shame they see what we've become--
Their seed are taught to hate God's truths.
Their children's children have forgot
That duty, honor, virtue's love,
And willingness to choose the right
Were corner stones sent from above
America, I mourn for thee.
IV
Dear God, please heal our troubled land,
Help us forsake our wicked ways.
Let us now honor Founders passed,
Recalling their more valiant days.
Let us renounce those who betray
The rights and laws that made this land.
Let us reject the Tempter's slaves,
And heed, once more, Thy true commands.
America, I pray for thee.
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One day each year is set aside
That we remember those before.
Who offered all they had or were,
That God would open freedom's door.
We are not worthy of their pain
We are not fit to give their due
And yet their sacrifice remains,
God's gift of grace to me and you--
America, I mourn for thee.
II
Compared to those who lit the flame,
Of freedom's fire in men's souls.
Their heirs despise the noble scenes
And daring feats that made us whole.
For Lexington and Bunker Hill
Have passed far from their hearts and sight.
The selfish tantrums of our days
Spawn Satan's heat; forsake God's light.
America, I mourn for thee.
III
The heroes of our distant past,
Now hide their faces from our view.
In shame they see what we've become--
Their seed are taught to hate God's truths.
Their children's children have forgot
That duty, honor, virtue's love,
And willingness to choose the right
Were corner stones sent from above
America, I mourn for thee.
IV
Dear God, please heal our troubled land,
Help us forsake our wicked ways.
Let us now honor Founders passed,
Recalling their more valiant days.
Let us renounce those who betray
The rights and laws that made this land.
Let us reject the Tempter's slaves,
And heed, once more, Thy true commands.
America, I pray for thee.
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Unlimited non-commercial usage allowed.
See also:
#53--in praise of our Founders
#54--in honor of Law Enforcement Officers
#112--a request for Divine forgiveness
#113--a call to support Columbia again