Plea for Deliverance

From the very beginning I seemed to grab the attention of the world. Supported by the prayers of the righteous and showered by the fruits produced by the sweat of many brows, I was indeed destined to greatness. Yes, I stood tall, proud and prosperous. People from all sorts of places adored me. They were all witnesses to my many God given talents, great achievements and high moral standards. It seemed that everyone who came to me became blessed and shared in my success.

As my greatness grew, so did my pride. Because there was just so much to be proud of, I eventually grew a little too boastful. The fame and prosperity that I had enjoyed for so long began to cause me to lose sight of how I had reached such great heights and overcome so many obstacles. The miraculous events that preceeded my giant leaps to victory after victory began to fade as selfishness and sin began to replace honesty, hard work and morality. The prayers of my admirers and supporters turned into cursing, and the gift givers turned into thieves. Even my closest advocates rarely spoke in my behalf. I began to struggle with my faltering sense of right and wrong. Times were getting hard and my once ever dependable strength surrendered as I attempted to maintain my status even though it meant lying, cheating and deceiving to convince people that my wealth was greater than it really was, and my abilities were without limit. When sin and the worship of money finally took the place of respectfulness and worship of God, my downward spiral accelerated.

It has been years now since my descent began. I now lie in a bed of confusion, twisted and scarred from violence, riddled with deadly diseases from perverted and adulterous lusts, and surrounded by expensive loot that I have yet to pay for. Born into the world by the faithful and righteous, I have now become the father of many lazy, lying, self-righteous degenerates who are also lost, sick suffering and dying from the self inflicted wounds of greed driven, unholy lifestyles. As alcohol and illegal drugs course through the corridors of my very being, the remnant of my once solid soul cries out to my people for help.

My name is America and I am standing desperately in the need of prayer. It truly is the only hope for me and for my children. Into your care I submit my future.