The National Doubt Crisis
America,
land of the free
But home of the slave.
Can't move cuz you're bound
By question-marked chains.
When did your roots
Turn into flowers on a grave.
When did the Truth
Become just another debate.
He says, she says,
So you just call it stalemate.
Your eyes are so fixed on the ebs and the flows of the DOW jones
That you never even notice the blood from his bones.
Can you hear his cries, his moans?
Or Are you pleased with more earthy tones.
He did not come to take the keys
To conquer death, hell, the grave
For your degrees.
For six figure salaries.
To save the whales or the trees.
But He came and he died for the bending of knees.
For the mother who weeps for her child's miseries.
For the father who is drowning in lifes tempestuous seas
For the child who found no more hope, and in life no more peace.
It.
Is.
Finished. And it ceased.
I can hear him say It
I can gear him plead.
" it's a matter of national security
Get rid of your insecurity
And all your past infirmities
And put your trust in me."
You see
He is the president of this holy nation
And he governs all creation
But his capital is Washington JC
And his white house is me.
Four more years, four more years
Cuz I'm calling a ballot for reelection
Don't you see it's not death I vote for, but resurrection.
Theres only one hope for the broken.
Only one choice for this land
Only one camapign slogan
And it's
"Yes, God Can."
