A Lament

      America, O America, why have you made bastards of your sons and daughters?  Why have you stolen them away from their Father, from your first Love.  “Enough,” you have said. “Enough of His ways.  Does He know better than I how to raise my children.”  Oholibamah had a daughter, the splendour of the nations.  In her infancy, she was right and pure.  Innocently, she welcomed the nations of the earth to come unto her, to share in her blessings, the blessings of her Father.  Then she began to walk in the ways of her mother, lusting after the riches and idols of the other nations.  She prostituted herself to them freely and without remorse, throwing away the blessings and protection of her Father’s house like a rebellious teenager.
   America, daughter of Oholibamah, a lament is raised over you.  Scorn now of the nations, you have spent your youth in lustful pursuits and now fight to hold the very last of what was yours.  Will you not return to your Father’s house, and will He not take you back, for you are the jewel in His eye.  Yea, though you have grown tarnished, will His love not restore the brightness and vitality of your youth.  Will He not restore you to your place in the seat of the nations.  Return to Him, America.  Return to your Father, your first and true Love.