Dear Reader,

I write these lines not as a politician, nor as a voice of any earthly movement, but as a humble servant of the Lord Jesus Christ, burdened for the soul of our beloved nation. In an age when many chase after the shifting winds of culture, when godless isms clamor for allegiance and the foundations laid by our fathers tremble, this poem was born out of prayer, Scripture, and a longing to see revival sweep across the land once more.

It is my earnest prayer that these verses will stir your heart as they stirred mine. They are not written to condemn, but to call us all higher — to repentance, to humility, and to the only true Source of national greatness: the exalted Lord Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life. The Holy Bible alone is our sure foundation. When a nation places Him first in her councils, her courts, her homes, and her hearts, she rises. When she turns away, she falls.

This is a poem for all the ages — for the patriot kneeling by his bedside, for the mother teaching her children, for the pastor weeping at the altar, and for every citizen weary of darkness who still believes that “Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord” (Psalm 33:12). May it ignite fresh hunger for the Word of God and bold courage to reject every counterfeit creed.

If these words move you, share them. Read them aloud. Pray them. And above all, live them. Let us return to the Lord with all our hearts, that He might heal our land and restore her former glory — greater still, because it will be His glory shining through us.

With prayerful hope and unshakable faith in our coming King,

The Poet

A watchman on the wall

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD;

and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.

— Psalm 33:12 (KJV)

Blessed [fortunate, prosperous, and favored by God] is the nation whose God is the LORD,

The people whom He has chosen as His own inheritance.

— Psalm 33:12 (AMP)

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

— 2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)

and My people, who are called by My Name, humble themselves, and pray and seek (crave, require as a necessity) My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and forgive their sin and heal their land.

— 2 Chronicles 7:14 (AMP)

Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.

— Proverbs 14:34 (KJV)

Righteousness [moral and spiritual integrity and virtuous character] exalts a nation,

But sin is a disgrace to any people.

— Proverbs 14:34 (AMP)

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.

— Psalm 111:10 (KJV)

The [reverent] fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom;

A good understanding and a teachable heart are possessed by all those who do the commandments [seeking His will and purpose].

His praise endures forever.

— Psalm 111:10 (AMP)

Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.

— Isaiah 55:7 (KJV)

Let the wicked leave (behind) his way

And the unrighteous man his thoughts;

And let him return to the LORD,

And He will have compassion (mercy) on him,

And to our God,

For He will abundantly pardon.

— Isaiah 55:7 (AMP)

In ages past, when stars aligned with grace,

A land arose by Heaven’s own design,

Not built on pride or fleeting mortal race,

But on the Rock where living waters shine.

The greatest country on this earthly sod

Became the beacon bright for all to see,

Because she bowed and placed her trust in God—

Exalting Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Key.

No godless creeds her people then obeyed:

No woke delusion twisting right to wrong,

No materialist chase for gold that fades,

No progressivism’s ever-shifting song,

No Marxism with chains of envy bound,

No communism’s dream that starved the soul,

No Islam’s crescent veiling gospel sound,

No papal throne demanding men’s control.

No atheism cold, no secular lie,

No humanism crowning man as king,

No socialism’s theft in virtue’s guise,

No globalism’s web that snares and stings,

No hedonism’s lust for fleeting thrill,

No nihilism’s void where hope decays,

No pagan rites on every windswept hill—

All idols fell before the Ancient of Days.

We follow not the fashions of the hour,

Nor bow to Caesar, trend, or cunning creed;

We seek the Holy Bible’s changeless power,

The Lamp, the Sword, the Living Word indeed.

Jesus Christ—first in council, hearth, and hall,

First in the school, the court, the marketplace—

His cross our banner, rising over all,

His resurrection morning on our face.

O nation bowed beneath a gathering night,

Return! Repent! Let tears of sorrow flow.

Cast down the altars built on lesser light,

And to the Lord of Hosts in ashes go.

Revival’s fire, long quenched, can blaze anew

If humble hearts will seek His holy face;

Turn from the lies that promised much yet slew,

And run once more the path of truth and grace.

Blessed the nation whose God is the Lord!

Whose people fear His name and keep His ways.

Her fields will yield, her cities stand restored,

Her children sing His everlasting praise.

Let every age hear this immortal call:

Exalt the Savior, shun the siren’s song.

In Christ alone true greatness comes to all—

The King of kings shall make His people strong.

Arise, O land! Let revival’s trumpet sound,

Let righteousness once more adorn thy brow.

With Bible open, on thy knees be found—

The greatest country shall be great again now.