America, I hear your groans
And you’re sighing.
Sometimes it seems
That you’re dying.
Your vision is impaired.
O why can’t you see?
The things you allow
Are not good for thee.
Your birth and your heritage
have you forgotten?
Remember without life
You’ll end up rotten.

Margarett Inez Bates

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance. (Psalm 33:12)

Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD. (Psalm 144:15)