Our homeland is in peril
Dire straits no doubt
Contempt for each other
Voiced in scornful shout
We must desire to reconcile
Our differences posthaste
Beg the Lord for one last chance
To earn his saving grace
We need to bind our wounds and heal
Before the end is neigh
How many tears must we spill
Before our soul runs dry?
Heavenly Father, we believe
You hear this nation’s plea
By faith we pray for saving grace
Bequeathed by you on Calvary
James A. Bolt