Beautiful Land
Why won't you turn way from your sin?
Why would you choose to be judged?
When the weight of mercy could fall on you?
The Glory of God is yours for the asking
But you are in love with death
Stephen Pursell,
original: 2002, revised: 1/13/14
When will you repent?
The ones you allowed birth, that is
Blood of the fruit of your womb
Why do you insist on your self-righteousness?
When you have murdered your children?
The innocent unborn?
Did you think that Holy God could turn his head?
While their blood cries out from the land?
So now you will surely pay with blood
You have crushed the weakest among you
So you could have a moment of wealth
And perverse pleasure
Why don't you want to have joy?
Why is it not enough for you?
You have been given everything
And thrown away what you sent your sons to preserve?
Why have you forgotten what you fought to have?
To vote yourself a softer ride
You have fed your children to the devourer
And abandoned the meat of Life?
Why have you sought after meaningless trifles?
Why, why must your scorn your fathers' gift?
Oh, beautiful, sweet, blessed land
With amber waves of grain
Where all have sought to dwell
