Irving Berlin was the composer of a song that makes me teary eyed every time I sing it. God Bless America! Land that I love...Stand beside her and guide her through the night with the light from above. From the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam. God bless America, my home sweet home.
God bless America.....my home.....sweet......home.
Almighty God please return to our land
And forgive us for telling You to leave
We have gone astray and tossed as trash
What we once wholeheartedly believed.
We thought we knew a better way
And opted to leave You behind
We thought You didn't matter
How could we be so blind?
We've taken prayer out of our schools
And changed our history books
The foundation America was built upon
We've totally forsook
It's no longer "Merry Christmas"
Rather, "Happy Holidays"
In our attempts to lose you
It's us who've lost our way
We no longer cling to absolutes
Rather it's "whatever is right to you"
There is no longer a moral compass
Guiding what we say or do
Oh Father, I love America
I know that You feel the same
I beg for Your mercy on my country
Who has forgot Your Holy Name
The law of sowing and reaping
Is a truth we can't deny
And I fear our time of reaping
Is quickly drawing nigh
If You withhold Your mercy
We will not stand another day
Would You wake us up and help us see
The error of our ways
Would You withhold Your hand of judgment
And give us one more try
My heart breaks for my dear country
So it's unto You I cry
Rekindle Your holy fire within me
I am ready to answer Your call
For I love my country too much
To not give her my all
I believe that You stand ready
To extend Your gracious hand
And I stand ready to do Your will
Please bring revival to my land.
God bless America
