The news foretells doom, despair, and dismay Violence, division, and sorrow It says that America's well on its way To falling to powers of darkness But I see the light and I want to remind My country of the heights it attained Yahweh still has a plan for this, His own land In America there is fruit that remains So I will not bow to the media's lies I will not cower or fear I will remember the Word Yahweh spoke Through those who built this nation here He wanted a country that would seek His heart That would show people prosperity He wanted a place that would His Truth impart So other nations, too, could be free He established a country on this Promised Land So that His Promised Kingdom could grow And here seeds of Promise were long ago planted That one day a Harvest would show The media says the American dream Is no longer available to us That crippling debt and lawless extremes Have crushed His Promise to dust But there are still people here, proud...