A lost generation, the world has said,
our children wear a hex.
And hope is all but gone today,
for this Generation X.

Children carrying guns to school,
and killing just for kicks.
But prayer is dead, the courts have said,
as the time bomb slowly ticks.

In their pocket lays a bag of grass,
in their pipe a rock of crack.
And that alcohol binge, does their conscience singe,
that they've jumped the chosen track.

Drugs are used to soothe the pain,
and sex to feel again.
While little girls will sell themselves,
to dirty, filthy men.

Teen suicide is on the rise,
as we look the other way.
And the lifestyle they are choosing now,
is leaning toward the gay.

Kool-aid is not the drink of choice,
but now a nice cold bud.
They keep falling down, but no ones around,
to hear the awful thud.

While the internet keeps pumping porn,
into those youthful brains.
And Larry Flint, is hell bound bent,
to wear those sinful stains.

So this generation that is lost,
is lost because we're blind.
We keep looking for a miracle cure,
but dead kids are all we find.

There is a miracle lurking about,
if you'll open up your eyes.
This cure is called the Lamb of God,
who hears your children's cries.

He's waiting there with open arms,
with forgivness and with Love.
And healing for their broken hearts,
with mercy from above.

But we parents need to wise on up,
and get back in control.
And train our children in His ways,
and claim that precious soul.

There are certain steps we now must take,
starting first with us.
We must take our savior off the shelf,
and put him on the bus.

Our children watch our every step,
so be careful where you walk.
And their little ears, like a radar hears,
so be careful how you talk.

We're examples with our very lives,
cause monkey sees and does.
If you don't teach, those kingpins reach,
and love them with a buzz.

So get your life back right with God,
be examples to your flock.
And this time build your house up strong,
on that precious Holy Rock.

And though the winds and rain will come,
you know your house will stand.
Cause as you know, a house will go,
that's built on sinking sand.

Put prayer back in our public schools,
and vote those leaders out.
And demand from Satan, all your kids,
with a Hallelujah shout.

Then pray the Blood of Jesus Christ,
on your children all the more.
Then stand aside, with that Christian glide,
and watch Jesus fight the war.

Written by..Timothy Jon Barrett
Under the direction of the Holy Spirit.
Inspired by, messages by, Pastor Rod Parsley
World Harvest Church..Breakthrough Ministries
Date Written..August,19,1999