A POEM BY "EX" JUDGE ROY MOORE OF ALABAMA

 I would like to preface this poem with this:  I am sure there are many who read my journal who are not Christian, or may be agnostic.  Many may or may not agree with what happened to Roy Moore.  Many may not even agree with what he believes in.  As a Christian myself, I felt the need to add this poem to my journal for those who wished to read it to do so.  Even those who disagree with our right to religion and those who think religion and politics have no right being in the same sentence may get something from this poem.  This man may have "lost" alot here on earth, but he has many treasures awaiting him in Heaven........................   

Subject: a Poem by Roy Moore (sad but true)

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama. Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama. The judge's poem sums it up quite well.    

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.    

~Judge Roy Moore Pass this on and let's lift Judge Moore up in prayer. He has stood firm and needs our support.   I also like what my friend who sent this poem to me adds to the end of all of her emails.......  

Stop telling God how big your storm is; instead tell your storm how big your GOD is!!