America the Beautiful |
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America
the beautiful,or so you used to be. Land of the Pilgrim's pride, I'm so glad they'll never see. Babies piled in dumpsters,
abortion on demand. Our children wander
aimlessly,poisoned by cocaine. From sea to shining sea,
our nation
turns away, So many worldly pastors,
tell lies about our rock, We've kept God in our
temples,how callous we have grown, We've voted in a
government,that rotting at the core. Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb, You think that God's not
angry, that our land's a moral slum? How are we to face our God
from whom we cannot hide? If we who are his children
will humbly turn and pray, Then God will hear from
Heaven and forgive us of our sins, But America the Beautiful
if you
don't then you will see, |
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| This poem
attributed to Judge Roy Moore, who was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom. After a lengthy appeal process, the case has been dismissed and the Ten Commandments remain on display. |
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| Update: Due to his
courageous stand for truth and the Ten Commandments, Judge Moore was was removed from his judgeship by an activist court. His stand should not be forgotten. |
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