Tainted Gold

Oh, Father, the children, your children!

May no more infants' blood be drunk!

And their flesh literally eaten

But that children would be safe!

In the place of finest gold

In my spirit a cry spills forth

As my years go by

Beyond the promise of prosperity

But above that

My soul cries out for this special place

Oh Father, have mercy

And sell men and women into slavery

Those in power rape children

In this place

A place where children are not safe

Enthroning hell's host on the land

Practitioners of dark arts

Sacrifice babies to Satan

Needlessly slaughtered

A place where to this day

A place where its first men died

Today blood cries out from the land

He showed me its future

And he will bring it to pass

But today...

It is true, for surely He is true

Someday

That will be called Beulah...Hephzibah

A place where glory clouds will hover

With fire in them by night

A place that will bring glory to God

A special place to me