The winds of change are moving in
Like oozing spills of toxic waste
Our virgin shores destroy its prey
Polluting lands where children play.
The courts have now become like gods
Whose laws no longer stand for truth
Where innocence is bathed in shame
And those who murder feel no blame.
The bitter cries of those unborn
Are ripped apart and left to die
And then we wonder what is wrong
Our Nation is no longer strong?
Just look around both far and near
Our streets are full of drugs and fear
With guns in school, with sex and crime
And so few live with peace of mind.
The prophet sounds a red alert
That judgment lies within our gates
But hardened hearts respond in scorn
Still looking for Utopia's morn.
So weep and wail the time has come
God's bowl of wrath is soon to flow
But only those who fear His name
Will find escape from judgment's blame.
--B. Pent
3 comments:
Dad, What a true portrayal of our day and of our country. You did a great job of putting together our problems as well as our fate if we don't repent. I love you, Dad.
Connie
Very good, Dad!
Love the Piatt pic too. :-) Good job getting it up.
Amen! And beautiful!
How're you doing these days, by the way? :)
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