United States of America, looks like another silent night

As we're sung to sleep by philosophies
That save the trees and kill the children

And while we're lying in the dark
There's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky

For the Bridegroom has returned
And has carried His bride away in the night

America, what will we miss while we are sleeping?

Will Jesus come again
And leave us slumbering where we lay?

America, will we go down in history

As a nation with no room for its King?

Will we be sleeping?

"While You Were Sleeping"
Casting Crowns