Opening Prayer Given by Billy Sunday to Open A Session of the House of Representatives in 1918:

Recently reading a biography on the life of Billy Sunday, I ran across this prayer he prayed to open a session of the House of Representatives in 1918. This prayer tugged on my heartstrings considering that there are some who would see prayer removed from every faction of our lives. Christians are called bigots and intolerant, but as my husband was told recently in a conversation by one such person, their intolerance for Christianity is justified and even necessary. It seems strange that a group of people who follow the teachings of One who taught that they are to love their enemies are considered so dangerous.

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The following is a breath of fresh air, but also a sad reminder of the freedoms we are losing. Oh to have the boldness to lovingly sand up for what God says is right, and share His love with the whole world! If you have never turned from your sin, know that Christ died for you! All you have to do is confess your sin, and accept His death on the cross as the payment for your sin. Don't wait! Tomorrow could be to late.

Romans 10:13 
"For whosoever shall call upon the name of the lord shall be saved."

Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee and rejoice that through faith in Thee and in Thy Word, this government was built upon that foundation. We thank Thee that the compact signed in the cabin of the Mayflower by our ancestors was for democracy, liberty, freedom, and the right to worship Thee according to the dictates of our own conscience. 
We thank Thee that, as a nation, we have the courage to proclaim to the world our continued belief in Thee by stamping on our coins the inscription, "IN GOD WE TRUST."
We thank Thee that we are Americans and live beneath the protecting folds of the Stars and Stripes. We thank Thee that Thou canst look over the battlements of Glory on our land and see that there is not one stain on any star or stripe in Old Glory.
We thank Thee for our happy homes. We thank Thee for our wives and little ones. We thank Thee for the fruitful trees and bountiful harvests. We thank Thee that we have never gone to bed hungry or scraped the bottom of our flour barrel, and we pray Thy continued blessing upon us. 
Forgive our transgressions and blot out all our iniquities, O Lord. Thou knowest that we are in a life-and-death struggle in one of the most infamous, vile, avaricious and bloodthirsty wars that has ever disgraced the pages of history. Thou knowest that this war has drawn from the eyes of mankind enough tears to make another sea; that it has drawn blood enough to redden every wave upon that sea; that it has drawn enough groans and shrieks from the hearts of men, women, and children to make another mountain. We pray Thee that Thou wilt make bare Thy mighty arm and beat back those whose fangs drip with gore. We pray that the very stars in their courses and the winds and waves may fight against them.
We pray Thee that Thou wilt bless our beloved president and give him strength of mind and body and courage of heart for his arduous duties in these sorrow-laden, staggering days. We pray Thee to bless the secretary of state, the secretary of war, and the secretary of the Navy; and bless, we beseech Thee, the generals at the head of our army.
Bless the boys across the sea, somewhere in France, and bless those protecting our transports, loaded to the water's edge with men and provisions. Bless our boys at home who are in the cantonments. Bless, we pray Thee, the Senate and the House of Representatives, and give them wisdom and strength, for they seem to have come into the kingdom for such a time as this.
And Lord, may every man, woman and child, from Maine to California and from Minnesota to Louisiana, stand up to the last ditch and be glad to suffer and endure until final victory be ours. And in Thine own time and in Thine own way we pray Thee that Thou wilt release the white-winged dove of peace until Thou shalt dispel the storm clouds that hang lowering over this sin-cursed, blood-soaked, and sorrowing world. And when it is all over, we will uncover our heads and lift our faces to the heavens and sing with new meaning:
My country, 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing. 
And the praise shall be to Thee forever, through Jesus Christ.
Amen

Current politics are exhausting to me, because of how biased the news media is and how crooked politicians are. However, all it will take for evil to prevail is for good men to sit back and do nothing.