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Behold A Pale Horse Rides - Charlie DanielsThere was a mighty nationBlessed above all of creationIt was a rare and precious pearlConceived in faith and libertyHome of the brave, land of the freeIt was the envy of the worldBut this shining city on the hillHas turned from the Creators willAnd let evil take controlNow the reckless men who lead themWant to strip away their freedomAnd to steal their very soulNow it's smoke and mirrorsSwitch and baitCriticize and confiscateAnd let the guilty walk awayIn this much righteous Godly nationIn the halls of educationThey forbid a child to prayThey say we need to spread the wealthAnd they pretend to guard the healthOf the feeble and the poorWhile the hand they hold behind their backConfuses and conceals the factThat the wolf is at the doorThere's an unseen handThat pull the stringsThat makes his little puppets danceTo every song he singsAs the night rolls inOn a rising tideLook beyond the shadowsBehold a pale horse ridesThey claim to seek a new world orderNations without bordersBut don't believe the liesEven in this wealthy nationIt can come down to starvationIn the twinkling of an eyeThey tell us there will soon be peaceOur lives will be an endless speechBut they lead us toward the darknessIn the distance sabres rattleAnd the armies train for battleAs the beast prepares his markThere's an unseen handThat pulls the stringsAnd makes his little puppets danceTo any song he singsAs the night rolls inOn the rising tideLook beyond the shadowsBehold a pale horse ridesIt's time for every righteous manTo step up tall, take a standThere is so little timeFor if we fear and hesitateSoon it will be too lateWe're the last hope of mankindTime hurries on, the shadows fallThe hand is writing on the wallBut even now there's still a chanceFor if the ones called by God's nameRepent his sin and seek his faceHe will hear and heal the landThere's an unseen handReaching from aboveAnd the gentle voice that beckonsTo the shelter of his loveCome on home my Wayward child'Cause out on the horizonThere's a pale horse running wildAmerica my wayward childCan't you hear the thundering hoof-beatsOf a pale horse running wildPale horse running wildPale horse running wild