Santa says there’s too much fighting in America
so, he won’t fly here
He thinks there’s too much violence in the streets
Yes, but Jesus still lives in my heart
They can’t get him out of here
So, it is Christmas inside
and not outside this year
Yes, it is Christmas inside
Rudolph says there’s not much kindness in America
that they can’t find it
And they have ruled out trying
since they’ll freeze
Yes, but Jesus still lives in my heart
They can’t get him out of here
so, it is Christmas inside
and not outside this year
Yes, it is Christmas inside
It is a Christmas inside this year
A Christmas inside
Where some run and hide
Indignation? Yes
A free nation? Yes
We’ll serve a short time
Jesus prays there’s less dividing in America
from foolish pride here
And rebels who are striving
to deceive
Yes, but Jesus still lives in my heart
They can’t get him out of here
so, it is Christmas inside
and not outside this year
Yes, it is Christmas inside
It is a Christmas inside this year
A Christmas inside
Where some run and hide
Indignation? Yes
A free nation? Yes
We’ll serve a short time
“Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast. For, behold, the LORD cometh out of his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity: the earth also shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain.” Isaiah 26:20-21
Happy National Authors Day
I’ve been the author of this weblog for over ten years and I haven’t received a red cent. I’m as angry at America as God is, so I don’t have any pity for what God will do to all of the disobedient in it.