America the beautiful
How my heart cries out to you
But you are not listening to me.
You cry, you lament
The enemies’ plans torment.
You need to repent, America.
Call on me.
Listen to me.
Praise me.
Your plans are not enough.

Today you must listen to my voice.
There is no other choice.
America, how I love you.
I desire to direct you
Not just correct and protect you
As any loving father does
Especially those he loves.
I am not asking you to build an ark
Just to my voice you must hark.