America the Burlesque

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 *** 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