Land of the What? Home of the who?

The authorities of the Heavens have lifted the nation of the United States to the top of civilizations before or since upon the face of the Earth. What have we done with our grace? How have we honored our God? No peoples of any empire through the known records of man's time on Earth have had it so good or so bad at the very same time. So many Americans have it so good, and yet, all around them are Americans who have it so bad. When the Moon looks down on America at night, it sees a people who dishonor its Maker by existing in the manner that we do. The Moon itself takes better care of its rocks and dust than we do of our poor and disadvantaged. A nation under grace that curses itself more and more with every passing sunrise. Every old person who rots in a resting home marks us. Every homeless person with the sky as their roof makes us known. Every child who goes without an education prepares us for what is to come. Every murder, rape, assault, and all other manners of wickedness reveal how we cherish our Father and what we have been given. We gripe, and moan, and fight over our earthly debt, while all the while, neglecting to address our Spiritual debt. Our Father did not say become rich. The Teacher never once spoke enlightening words about how to achieve fame and power on this earth. He said love each other. He said take care of each other. Our Lord commanded us to do as He had done un to us, and yet here we are doing what the devil would have us do. We horde our wealth. We are transfixed with fame and notoriety. Our sexual exploits could make a Roman blush. We are war makers of the finest sort. We have not done and are presently not doing what our Lord did for us, and so we shall pay. Land of the free? Poverty is not freedom. Home of the brave? Peace makers show bravery, war mongers show fear. My Father saw fit that I be born a citizen of the United States of America; I will always thank Him for that. I am fully aware that if I were a citizen of another country writing these words of decent, I could simply be killed and tossed away for writing them. When I die I will die an American, I hope when that day comes I have more hope in my people than I do today. May God have mercy upon us.