God blessed this land in times of old.
Puritans and Pilgrims prospered in the land.
They made a way through toils and troubles,
But only by God's hand.

They made their exodus from a world,
Whose methods were to oppress;
To keep them from religious freedoms.
Hiding from them, a God Who wants to bless.

Not unlike the Israelites;
Who crossed waters to depart,
And entered into the promised land,
For a brand new start.

They came across the ocean blue,
A sort of baptism, if you will.
They were separated from the world,
For a short time, until...

The world would seek after them,
Luring and enticing as it went.
Greed was on the world's mind,
Caring not how this people was spent.

Our forefathers set up a government,
Designed to fairly treat all men.
But corruption in subsequent leaders' hearts,
Have had ill effects on all men.

This nation of people would eventually...
Turn away from the one true God,
Shaming themselves in lusts and sin,
And thinking that Christianity is odd.

It is of these, outside His flock,
That God still wants to come.
Enter into His household, dear ones,
Be a part of His kingdom.

Hurry, dear children, before it's too late,
Repent and turn away from your sin.
God, in His longsuffering mercy,
Bids for you now to enter in.

Enter in by the blood of the lamb;
The sacrifice that was made for you.
Accept the mercy and grace of God,
His provisional gift is yours too.

Ronald E. Guilfoyle

Copyright 1998 Ronald E. Guilfoyle

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