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Lord have they gone to far given an inch they want the yard            	                
from burlesque to grotesque help me to not ever go back that way                             
vanity’s fair table no longer upon that table for now lays thy written word    		    
for me and all to see  that which was meant to entertain from poem                                  
to plot now wrights like glorified misery it distains from play to matinee                          
every where you look the triple xxx all they sell is sex from book                  		    
to comic to TV they try with adultness I no better than they gazed at that thrall              
which was upon the pole the purse little did I know torturing my own soul                           
loosing  fellowship while losing  purse blind cat eyes can’t see drinking                          	    
yesterday today tomorrows hurt will not go away yet Lord there is a better way                  
praying the pain away in one name like pilgrims progress a real change                            
from person to family to industry to country to the world reach   	                                  
the Gospel like your own personal wigglesworth revival an awakening                                  
like a fall on your face Damascus walk this is not idle talk but for you I teach            
warning every man for mine and yours man eternal survival    	                                
God is not mocked he died once for sin his commandment is eternal life                               
The Lamb of God who taketh away sin of the world he died for you whether                          
you believe it or not for God so loved the world  he gave in your place                                
An eternal sacrifice once for all I must preach the Gospel and write                                    
for woe is me and woes is you if not he that gather not scatters abroad             	    
sin of silence do not stay don’t want to here him say I knew you not                                  
for straight is the gate narrow is the way a hope for a purer Broadway also                
broadcast Lord I hope they have not gone to far at last                                                 
Lord Jesus a need of redress  American the burlesque
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