America's Apostasy

Exile prophet, seer of Patmos, peering through a time yet future, saw your rising, not from waters, but from the bowels of the earth. Lamb-like beast adorned with two horns, destined by God’s grace for greatness. Chosen while not yet a nation, to be His servant in the world. As the world’s Dark Age was ending, you were rising like a beacon. Luring Christians who were fleeing, persecution in other lands. On your shores, they built a nation, on the bedrock of God’s laws. Civil and religious freedom, were the hallmarks of their compact. Relying on God’s providence, This nation rose to prominence. Defying history’s outsized odds She survived, grew, prospered, and thrived. Though flawed, she proudly honored God, opposing godless philosophies. Her newspapers and magazines were genial to her Christian views. The children in her schools were taught, the principles of Holy Writ. The virtues that made humans good were woven in her warp and woof. The secret of her greatness was the goodness of her principles. Her founders warned of her decline if she to evil would incline. Then like a soul bewitched and cursed, she started down a slippery slope. This nation turned her back on God, despised the good, lauded the bad. The seeds she sowed have produced trees, whose evil fruits have ripened fast. The baleful results of the crop, has led to her colossal drop. The vacuum left by ousting God, has now been filled by man-made gods. The Baals, Venus, Ashtoreth, and sundry gods now rule her land. Consumed by materialism, obsessed with sex, drunk with pleasure, ruled by passion, confused, debauched, her subjects worship at their shrines. Life is not valued anymore, mass killings are so commonplace. The substances used for pleasure, destroy and kill instead of thrill. The tales of civilizations past, predict the future that awaits, to greet a nation that was great, but who became an apostate