We want God out of Christmas, out of research
And can share Him at work no more
Then look for a way we can ban Him from church
We see what a hand basket's for
We banned Him from public and all that pertains
And took away all of His tools
Then blame Him for chaos and all of our pains
We won't let Him into our schools
We mock His creation, glorify science
And whispering things that He hears
Then demand a sign, we curse in defiance
We beg Him when tragedy nears
We stifle His Word and all He's about
And voted and longed for these days
Then pray for the nation that wanted Him out
We think we can have it both ways
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