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
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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