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America the Beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain.

From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray.

We've kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry,
that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
if you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.

~Judge Roy Moore

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My God will hear me. (Micah 7:7)

Friends may be unfaithful, but the Lord will not turn away from the
gracious soul; on the contrary, He will hear all its desires. The prophet
says, "Keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom. A
man's enemies are the men of his own house." This is a wretched state
of affairs; but even in such a case the Best Friend remains true, and we
may tell Him all our grief.

Our wisdom is to look unto the Lord and not to quarrel with men or
women. If our loving appeals are disregarded by our relatives, let us wait
upon the God of our salvation, for He will hear us. He will hear us all
the more because of the unkindness and oppression of others, and we
shall soon have reason to cry, "Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy!"

Because God is the living God, He can hear; because He is a loving God,
He will hear; because He is our covenant God, He has bound Himself to
hear us. If we can each one speak of Him as "My God," we may with
absolute certainty say, "My God will hear me." Come, then, O bleeding heart,
and let thy sorrows tell themselves out to the Lord thy God! I will bow
the knee in secret and inwardly whisper, "My God will hear me."

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My Mr. Visionary sent me out shopping yesterday,  all by my self.  Right before I left he told me to listen to a tape.  He had not listened to it but God would not let him rest unless I listened to it.  It was lady speakers at a ladies conference and the one speaker said that everything that comes into our lives has passed through a "Father Filter".  What an awesome thought.  I am not going through anything today that my Father has not already filtered for me.  He knows exactly what I am going to go through.  He also knew how much I could handle and filtered it to fit me exactly.  He knows me, cares for me and loves me enough to do this for me.  It was a wonderful thought as we have been in the fire, so to speak, lately.  But my Dear Heavenly Father knows this and has filtered it to fit me.  I came home so excited and asked Mr. Visionary if he had listened to all of the tape.  Nope he said but God told me that there was something on the tape you needed.  It is wonderful to have a husband who listens to the proddings of God.

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 Open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it. (Psalm 81:10)

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Broad Rivers Without Galleys

But there the glorious Lord will be unto us a place of broad rivers and
streams; wherein shall go no galley with oars, neither shall gallant
ship pass thereby. (Isaiah 33:21)

The Lord will be to us the greatest good without any of the drawbacks
which seem necessarily to attend the best earthly things. If a city is
favored with broad rivers, it is liable to be attacked by galleys with
oars and other ships of war. But when the Lord represents the abundance
of His bounty under this figure, He takes care expressly to shut out
the fear which the metaphor might suggest. Blessed be His perfect love!

Lord, if Thou send me wealth like broad rivers, do not let the galley
with oars come up in the shape of worldliness or pride. If Thou grant me
abundant health and happy spirits, do not let "the gallant ship" of
carnal ease come sailing up the flowing flood. If I have success in holy
service, broad as the German Rhine, yet let me never find the galley of
self-conceit and self-confidence floating on the waves of my
usefulness. Should I be so supremely happy as to enjoy the light of Thy
countenance year after year, yet let me never despise Thy feeble saints, nor
allow the vain notion of my own perfection to sail up the broad rivers of
my full assurance. Lord, give me that blessing which maketh rich and
neither addeth sorrow nor aideth sin.

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