Today's our nation's birthday, Lord:
our celebration of independence
from the powers who oppressed us...
Independence declared by claiming the right
to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,
calling on you, Supreme Judge of all,
to witness our righteous intentions...
But this year, Lord, the 4th is shadowed
by discord, strident and angry,
by prejudice wounding our unity
and shredding the fabric of mutual trust,
by the ways we default to folly
ignoring the wisdom you offer...
Hear our prayer, Lord!
Give us reason to hope and cause to rejoice:
spread prosperity like a river!
Wash away the many sins we grieve,
the ways we've betrayed our unalienable rights
to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness...
Carry us in your arms, Lord, '
til we learn again and earn the right
to be called a godly nation,
worthy of gifts with which we're endowed
by you, our God and Creator...
Amen.
Pray for America by Old Crow Medicine show
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When sorrows are befallen
And shadows darken her door
When the fever spreads and a silent scourge
Outshines her golden shores
When a cry for comfort reaches forth
Like you've never heard before
Pray for America
Our promised land
And shadows darken her door
When the fever spreads and a silent scourge
Outshines her golden shores
When a cry for comfort reaches forth
Like you've never heard before
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
When the tears just keep falling
And the glory light's gone dim
And the barren ground is full of holes
We hasten to fill in
When the firmest faith is shaken fast
By a fear that's creeping in
Pray for America
Our promised land
And the glory light's gone dim
And the barren ground is full of holes
We hasten to fill in
When the firmest faith is shaken fast
By a fear that's creeping in
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
Where the peaceful hour is broken
By the pounding tumult quake
And all is torn asunder
What we thought could never break
Well, all your saints come marching
Through hell for heaven's sake
Pray for America
Our promised land
By the pounding tumult quake
And all is torn asunder
What we thought could never break
Well, all your saints come marching
Through hell for heaven's sake
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
Oh, pray for America
God, set Your grace on thee
God, set Your grace on thee
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