A Citizen's Cry to Country

A Citizen’s Cry to Country

In the midst of a country great I stand,

gazing out across the land,

where once from sea to shining sea

our hearts were moved by God’s decree,

where valor fought for home and love

and trusted all to Him above,

where once the family built its home

upon the Word of God alone,

where churches preached the crimson tide

that flows from Jesus’ humbled side,

where faith was strong and love was grand,

which prospered great this noble land.

Now from coast to crippled coast

every heart to sin is host.

Now for gain and greed we fight,

not to show our love or light.

Now the houses weakly stand

upon the mounds of shifting sand.

Now the church is compromised

by culture’s deep, destructive tide.

Now where faith and love were brave

there only lie forgotten graves.

Now I see a growing rift,

as I stand at the edge of a crumbling cliff.

But hope still lives through pain and loss!

So who will bravely bear their cross?

Who will travel throughout the land

and tell of God’s salvation plan?

Who with faith will carry forward

the blood-stained banner of the Lord?

Who will take the family’s need

and turn it unto Joshua’s creed?

Who will rouse the sleeping church

and make the cross its stalwart perch?

Let me, as Isaiah cried,

bow to God, say, “Here am I.”