A PLEA FOR AMERICA

By Ingrid Small

During a church service a woman was singing "America the Beautiful". As soon as she started singing the Lord began to form this message in me and it flowed as she sang. I took notes of the essence of what God was speaking to me because it was coming too fast to write. As soon as I got home I wrote the following:

America, America! You whom I brought from the weight of bondage to the freedom of liberty. Whose fathers sought me and whose prayers I heard and answered. I was their God and I led them to a new land. Times were hard, yet I was with them. I saw them through many storms, for they were My people and followed Me. They were not afraid to die, for they chose to risk death in order to serve Me rather than be held in bondage by any other power.

I opened up the wilderness and spread before you a new nation, and you followed Me across that land. Many of you made Me the center of your homes, your schools, and your churches. You founded your government on the principles I gave you through My Holy Bible. You were not ashamed to call Me your God and walk in My statutes. I gave you wisdom and knowledge, and America, you grew by leaps and bounds.

Then you began to forget Me, the Lord your God, and stopped following My statutes and started walking in the way of the ungodly. When you had eaten of the good land I had given you, and built houses and dwelt in them, when you increased in wealth and stature amoung the nations, your heart became lifted up and you forgot the Lord your God Who brought you forth out of the land whose house was bondage, Who led you through the great and terrible wilderness and made provision to feed you in that wilderness.

You forgot to be thankful and remembered not that it was I, the Lord your God, Who gave you the power to get this wealth, not the power and might of your own hands. For I wanted to establish My covenant among you that you might be a holy and mighty nation that walked not after other gods but before Me, your Creator and Redeemer.

Oh, America, America! You who are killing those whom I have sent to help you. How I want to gather you together, even as a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, but you will not.

How I cry as you make light darkness and darkness light, as you profane My morals and make them of no effect. I do not want you to be destroyed, yet you are destroying yourselves by those things you are choosing to serve. Oh America, America, why will you die?

Reverence Me, the Lord your God, and give glory to Me; for the hour of My judgment has come; worship Me Who made heaven and earth. Come out of the world, My people, that you do not become partakers of her sins, and that you receive not of her plagues.

For whosoever will come to Me, I will receive of freely. America, I will not forake you. Don't forsake Me! For if you, My people, who are called by My name, will humble yourselves and pray, and seek My face, and turn from your wicked ways; then I will hear from heaven and will forgive your sins, and will heal your land.