O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!

O Lord, you have blessed our nation in ways not seen since you founded the nation of Israel.

You led the Puritan settlers to come to America for the cause of religious liberty. You have raised up mighty men and women of God throughout our history to call people back to you. You have placed churches on countless street corners and made the Gospel readily available to Americans.

Yet, despite your desire for every American to know you, many do not. People drive by a dozen churches to go to work throughout the week, but they do not enter any of them on Sunday. Christian book stores dot the land, yet many Americans have never opened the Bible or a Christian book. How you must weep over America and those who will not come to you! May your Spirit move across this land in great power so there is a great returning to you. In the name of Jesus we pray – Amen.