Nations Arise

Rise up, o Nation, you who have known the ills of life, the tragedies of war, and the falseness of death. Come to Jesus, you who are beaten to the ground with fear, strewn with sin, and covered in nothing but shame. Rise up, peoples of the earth, even as your children perish. Overcome, you who wail in hopelessness, even as your villages burn and men and women drop dead from sickness. The first world countries do not have the answer. America is no perfect kingdom. There is only one perfect kingdom, and its Ruler does not share his power with the greedy. His kingdom belongs to those who have nothing.
Have no fear. Though your children have been crushed, they will be knitted back; though fear of death and sickness plague this earth, a new earth is coming. This is a call, o World, for hope, not world peace, health or environment perfection. Turn to Jesus, the Lover of Men, the Son of Men, the Pardoner of Men.