Many things in this old world

Are so corrupt today

With prisons overflowing

And children gone astray.



The word of is quite taboo

It brings our country shame

To seek Him in a public place

We dare not speak His name.



He won’t be found in classrooms

It would be found, a sin

To let our small ones gather round

And offer praise to Him.



They’ve taken God from every book

And from our government

The laws that made our country strong

Are crooked, vile and bent.



I only pray, it’s not too late

To turn it all around

Etch the Bible in the hearts

Of everyone in town.



For if we wait and tarry on

And go about our way

God will finally shout “enough”

The trumpet then will play.



We will not find sweet mercy

When we look to Him for grace

We will not see contentment

When we gaze upon His face.



We’ll know His wrath and fury

With our backs against the wall

He’ll say, “I never knew you.”

The curtain then will fall.

©2004 Marilyn Ferguson