Is there a Speaker in the House?
Can reason’s voice be heard?
Can Lincoln’s party find a way
to fix what’s so absurd?
Must darkness dominate the dome?
Must rancor fuel the rifts?
In Freedom’s Home can’t fighting siblings
work to coexist?
Please tell me the Republicans
will put the nation first
instead of serving their own needs
to quench their ego’s thirst.
Is there a doctor in the House?
The Speaker’s lost his voice.
A rampant virus took its toll it seems.
The sickness underneath the Dome
cannot be simply masked.
What is at stake is our dear Uncle’s dreams.
What Sam envisioned long ago
(brave people living free)
has given way to states of blue and red.
The way we lived with differences
(through compromise and grace)
no longer is the norm by which we’re led.
The radicals on either side
have spread contagious germs.
We need a trained physician with great skill
to diagnose this grim disease
before it is too late.
The House reflects our nation (gravely ill).
Our old forefathers recognized
one Father of us all.
Their faith in God then paved our destiny.
The Pilgrims and the Puritans
sang praise to One who reigns
o’er every nation by His Sovereignty.
One nation under God we claim
as we salute our flag.
Our fathers’ hope remains our dream today.
A dream we still articulate
the fourth of each July.
A dream for which we wait and humbly pray.
O God, please bless America
as we each do our part
to purge our land of godlessness and greed.
Equip our leaders with the will
to stand for what is right
and speak up for the rights of those in need.
Forgive us for our tendency
to cave to culture’s trends
and go along with what Your Word decries.
Infuse us with the mind of Christ
to navigate what’s truth
while steering clear from self-destructive lies.
Revive Your Church. Restore our land.
Renew us from within.
Redeem what we’ve allowed to slip away.
God bless our nation once again
that we might be the means
to bless a hurting world that’s lost its way.
The state of our union
is not what we’d like.
There’s growing division.
The dawn’s early light
has morphed into darkness
and shrouded our hope
that unity can be restored.
A Congress divided.
A White House beet-red
from classified docs
Biden wants put to bed.
And fears of recession
that won’t go away
just add to our growing despair.
There’re protests in cities.
Things aren’t black and white
when it comes to policing
and criminals’ rights.
The blindfold of Justice
needs to be retied
while those who are guilty are judged.
The Church is in conflict
over what Scripture means.
Are it’s teachings still timeless
or what culture deems?
Should preachers be silenced
from speaking their minds?
Has tolerance trumped what was truth?
Yes, the state of our union
is fragile at best.
There’s constant division and brewing unrest.
We need a revival of psyche and soul.
May God bless our nation again!
May Your prophets find the courage
to heed Your call
as they strive to climb a mountain
burdened for all.
Help them dream a King-size vision
of a land without division
focused on a holy mission
where tyrants fall.
May Your prophets speak out boldly
hearing Your voice.
Help them stand up for those victims
denied a choice.
Much like Moses and like Martin,
use Your prophets as they pardon
those enslaved and thus disheartened
so they’ll rejoice.
May Your prophets stand on prophets’
shoulders of old,
high above reproach or scandal
grasping for gold.
Help them to make plain Your passion
even when it seems old-fashioned
for the poor who have no stanchion
out in the cold.
*This hymn text can be sung to the tune Ar Hyd Y Nos (All Through the Night)
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