Taking It Back

Take Back Our Land



America the pitiful

In self we trust and so we fall

But guard your tears unfaithful ones

Their drops will show your glory's gone



And it's hard to breathe

Will we see that the freedom we need is a gift we receive not a work we achieve.

The blood of patriots is only finite.

And the cries and the pain of our tortured land will be silenced and healed

by the touch of His hand.

The blood that saves eternal flows from Jesus Christ



We're all wounded, It's pride inflicted.

So we hide it, our nations cry is…

"God bless America though she loves the things you hate,

God bless America as we're pushing You away."

This is our land and we're taking it back.

We'll win this nation one by one.

We all know this is the war that we've been called to fight in

For Adonai.

Please Have Mercy.

Won't you save us?

We all seek His mercy.

Repent, receive his mercy

We won't lose hope.