The Land of the Free, the home of the brave
The place where we live, right up to this day
We have so few hurts, we have so little pain—
yet we always find time to complain
There is a lot of drugs, and new cases of AIDS
there are abortions, no way to change

It’s been said thousands of times, over, over, and over again
If we’re humble and pray,
He’ll hear, and heal our land — Heal our Land!

But we don’t listen, we don’t really care
We hypothesize, say God is not there
We come up with a lot of solutions
You know they never get anything done

It’s been sung thousands of times, over, over, and over again
If we’re humble and pray, He’ll hear, and heal our — our Land

Get on your knees, pray with all your might
These aren’t empty words, we’re pullin’ back the night
Put it in action, you will see the change
Let God do His work, Just let the Son reign

“Listen up, everyone, we’re going to sing the chorus a couple of times more, and while we do, say your own individual prayer for this country, its leaders, its enemies, its Christianity, and any problems you can think of. Go Ahead Now...”