AN ODE TO AMERICA?


1  America’s streets, which once thronged with people, are growing evermore silent. Like a widow broken with grief, she sits alone in her mourning. She, once queen of nations, is now becoming a slave.

2  She sobs through the night; tears run down her cheeks. Among all her lovers, there is none to help her. All her friends are now becoming her enemies.

3   Why is the city set on seven hills, her Capital City, being led away and becoming a slave?  Because of all the wrong she did to others, making them her slaves.  Now she is being lead away into an exile far away.  There is no rest, for those she persecuted have turned and conquered her.

4   The roads to the seven hills of Washington mourn, no longer filled with joyous throngs who come to celebrate the Christian legacy; the city gates are silent, her Pastors groan, her virgins have been dragged away. Bitterly she weeps.

5   Her enemies prosper, for the Lord is punishing America for all her many sins; her young children are captured and taken far away as slaves.

6   All her beauty and her majesty are gone; her past great leaders are like starving deer that search for pasture—helpless game too weak to keep on running from their foes.

7   And now in the midst of all America’s sadness she remembers happy bygone days. She thinks of all the precious joys she had before her mocking enemy began striking her down—and there was no one to give her aid.

8   For America is sinning so horribly; therefore, she is being tossed away like dirty rags. All who honored her despise her now, for they are seeing her stripped naked and humiliated. She groans and hides her face.

9   She indulged herself in immorality and refused to face the fact that punishment was sure to come. Now she is stumbling in the gutter with no one left to lift her out. “O Lord,” she cries, “see my plight. The enemy is triumphing.”

10   Her enemies are plundering her completely, taking everything precious she owns. She has seen foreign nations violate her sacred Belief in The One True God — foreigners you had forbidden even to enter.

11   Her people groan and cry for bread; they have sold all they have for to gain excessive wanton wealth. “Look, O Lord,” she prays, “and see how I’m despised.”

12   Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow because of all the Lord is doing in the day of his fierce wrath.

13   He has will send fire from heaven that will burn within our bones; He will place a pitfall in our path and turn us back. He will leave us sick and desolate the whole day through.

14   He wove our sins into ropes to hitch us to a yoke of slavery. He will sap our strength and gave us to our enemies;  We will be helpless in their hands.

15   The Lord will trampled all our mighty men.  A great army will come at his command to crush the noblest youth. The Lord has trampled our beloved cities as grapes in a winepress.

16   For all these things we will weep; tears flow down our cheeks.  Our Comforter is moving far away—He who alone could help us. Our children will have no future; we are will be conquered land.

17   America will plead for help, but no one will comforts her.  For the Lord has spoken: “Let her neighbors be her foes! Let her be thrown out like filthy rags!”

18   And the Lord is right, for we rebelled. And yet, O people everywhere, will behold and see our anguish and despair, for our sons and daughters will be taken far away as slaves to distant lands.

19   We will beg our allies for their help. It will be a False hope—they will not help at all. Nor could our priests, pastors and elders—they will starve in the streets while searching through the garbage dumps for bread.

20   See, O Lord, our anguish; our hearts are breaking and our souls despair, for we have terribly rebelled.  In the streets the sword awaits us;  at home, disease and death.

21   Hear our groans! Is there is no one anywhere to help.  All our enemies have heard our troubles, and they are glad to see what You are doing.  And yet, O Lord, the time will surely come—for You have promised it—when You will do to them as you shall do to us.

22   Look also on their sins, O Lord, and punish them as You have begun to punish us, for our sighs are many and my heart is faint.

 

This ODE is actually an adaptation from the Book of Lamentations, chapter 1.  Both, epic and tragedy.  A Nation built on God's Word, fallen because of sin and rebellion against God.

 

It need not go this way for America.  We can still turn away from our sins and turn back to God.  But, we must fall on our face, repent and cry out to God for mercy.

 

We must forsake our own comfort, and forsake seeking after our personal comfort and welfare and take up the Sword of His Word and engage the enemy at the gates.

You know it's true.

How can you do this? 

 

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Mike Young