Judge Roy Moore Event

Sunday evening we went to hear Former Alabama Supreme Court Chief Justice Roy Moore speak at Macland Baptist Church in Powder Springs.  As always, his message was very timely and inspiring.  If you have never heard his story, you can read this article written by Ann Coulter in 2003, Man of the Year: Roy Moore.

We enjoyed eating dinner with some of the folks from American Vision, and we really appreciate all their hard work and effort in what they do.  They have some really good resources on their website, AmericanVision.com.  And I also highly recommend their email newsletter (which they post as a blog, here)

Judge Moore serves as Chairman for the Foundation for Moral Law, has written the book So Help Me God,  and writes a weekly column for WorldNetDaily.com, Our Moral Foundation.

The following is a poem written by Judge Moore:

America the Beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain.

From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray.

We've kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry,
that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
if you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.