We murder the innocent, the tender and pure
We believe that abortion is pregnancies cure
We walk past the homeless, the lonely and sad
Smug in our own little world we strut by angry and mad.
We elect as our leaders, the corrupt and untrue
We close a blind eye to all the destruction they do
We erase from our schools, any mention of God
While the whims of political correctness we uphold and applaud.
We curse our God daily through our words and our deeds
With no thought of his commandments do we ever give heed.
The haughty and proud we do worship and adore
While the thoughts of our maker are never in store
A bankrupt nation with no morals nor God
We wander in darkness, avoiding the rod
God’s judgments are coming, to humble us yet
Such pain and such suffering that we will never forget
For to humble his children, He’s made it quite clear
The time us upon us for unbelievers to fear.
We have abandoned and exiled the only true God,
Now is that time to lay hold of the rod.
painting by Erik Hollander