A SNAPSHOT OF AMERICA: 2005

Alas. She slides ever faster, down the slippery slope
into unknown darkness:
down, without panic,
(for fleeting awareness is dim
on the way).

The Trumpet heralds the raucous chorus of “MOI”:
“My desires,” “my rights,” “my needs”!
(The size of my importance.)
“My bills,” “my games,” “my taxes”!
Hey!  Act!  Today!

Our godly inheritance, thankful obedience,
are plummeting: sneered at and shorn.
Other Great Nations have Declined.
Is this to be our way?

Yet some celebrate, what remains of godly substance
with intensity, love and purpose,
guarding pure youth from corruption;
shoring up faltering leadership,
keeping more Death at bay.

We share a Biblical Fellowship carried through Time and Hope
lamenting that Truth is withheld,
knowing that Truth has been blighted.
Lord, help us to know
Your Love, Your Voice, and Your Mercy

We pray.