WE STILL LIVE AMONG THE HEATHEN

We still live among the heathen
 Who DO NOT fear the Lord,
And their numbers are growing every day.
They are those who murder children,
 Even those as yet unborn;
Savage still, no matter what they say.

We still live among the heathen,
 Not in some far-off land
But right here and now in our own nation;
Worse than savages, lacking morals,
 Seeming unable to understand
That they've sunken to the depths of degradation.

We still live among the heathen
 In an immoral pagan nation
Whose leaders seem to know not where to stand;
There's no fear of God among them,
 There's no righteous indignation
Voiced against the moral corruption in this land.

We still live among the heathen,
 We who fear the Lord,
In a nation that's become like Canaan was of old,
Full of violence, lust and greed,
 A nation rotten to the core
That worships idols made of wood and stone and gold.

We still live among the heathen;
 This is not a Christian nation
But one that follows blindly the ruler of this world;
We are lights in this heathen darkness;
 We're the salt of preservation.
Let the banner of our God be kept unfurled!

We still live among the heathen!
 Let's not be lulled to slumber.
Things are not improving daily as some believe;
 But our God is still in heaven
And we've blessings without number
And the Crown of life one day we will receive.

a. franklin staples

May 11, 1993

Copyright © 1993 by A. Franklin Staples