Will you die for him?

The country is confused and tearing apart,
man, woman, and child lost their way.
What was up is down, and down is up,
upsetting to see God's garden in disarray.

Will you die for him?

What do we do, where do we go,
when there is no one to hear our cries.
Living to serve him each and every day,
pleading, begging, how little mankind tries.

Will you die for him?

When told to give up all you ever knew,
placed in a glass prison of doubt and fear.
Told what to say, think and do,
thinking twice before shedding a tear.

Will you die for him?

God has stood close by your side,
when awake, when sleeping, working too.
Forsaking his majesty is the sin of sins,
his son Jesus was crucified for me and you.

Will you die for him?

Our country is crying oceans of tears,
tired of deception, tired of lies.
Christianity is pushed to the very brink,
is this what Nostradamus saw with his eyes?

Will you die for him?

Another birthday is soon to come,
the birth of Jesus soon in celebration.
Yet here on earth we see and stay silent,
through the courts his words in deliberation.

Will you die for him?

Being told what to do, eat, weigh, and drink,
smoke, go, think, believe, and say.
Cancelling Christmas, decorated trees,
such apathy, nothing left, but to pray.

Will you die for him?

Told to believe in the new "green" God,
Washington's face stomped on with glee.
Have we really come as far as we think?
Maybe I am lost in this new world I see.

Will you die for him?

Will you stand on the capital steps,
renouncing your soul, then your faith?
Or will you stand tall with ultimate pride,
will you die for him, or in shame hide?

Will you die for him?
         (I will)

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
11/21/2009 © All rights reserved