A Fold Which Lost Its Way

The American people is surely A fold which has lost its way And the wolves of communism and “liberty” Have found their way to some prey Who have, to God to whom they fake-pray, Become a stench to His holy nose And whose nationhood He must close! He does not endure for long Those who sing a false song About equality, liberty, and justice, And so must trouble come amidst us. The only hope from a gracious God Is forgiveness for our widespread fraud. But that cannot be asked of Him By a nation concerned with staying trim Rather than honoring Him and His statutes. We prefer to give our troops salutes And chase down those who pollute His rivers while we wallow in liberty Of travel, careers, sex, abortion and TV.

0706 on 22 Sept., 2022