In this world of warring nations,|through Man's eternal strife,|We've come to see the writing on the wall||And the house that is divided,|Is found to be our own.|And above the battle cry,|The children call||Bibles and rifles, we cherish,|Bibles and rifles we own.|How will we fight over Bibles, |If we leave rifles alone?||The wisdom of the children,|We claim we taught them well.|We train the lightest truths upon their minds,|But if they follow Satan, believing God is dead,|then who will say the blind have led the blind?||Bibles and rifles, we cherish,|Bibles and rifles we own.|How will we fight over Bibles, |If we leave rifles alone?||Should the light of understanding,|Through the window of each soul,|Shine within each heart, His holy name?||Would this world of warring nations,|Be humbled on that day,|And wonder while the earth goes up in flames?||Bibles and rifles, we cherish,|Bibles and rifles we own.|How will we fight over Bibles, |If we leave rifles alone?||When will we leave them alone?|