The Sin of a Nation
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Any kind of violence is horrifying but, to do violence to a tiny babe in the womb,
will bring the judgment of God on us. God help us.
The Sin of a Country
It’s hard to believe my dear Father
how far our country has finally descend,
that we have stooped to even kill babies
while in the womb and on their mothers yet they had to depend.
Tis the lowest of lows this sin – killing babies
when in secret the Father’s work is wrought,
bringing life to this once precious country through this one
but before he can, his little heart has been stopped.
Why God only knows what kind of child it was
that you had chose to abort,
he could have been a great preacher of God’s Word
or a psalmist like King David; he could have been one of that sort.
When even a helpless babe is in danger
and no one will lift up a hand,
then we know there is terrible trouble
even in this, our once Godly land.
America the great, are you ready
to pay this heavy price?
this time it could cost us all our freedoms
and could even cost us all of our lives.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
June 24, 1994
Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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