The Situation

Feign dressed and superciliously arrayed Grudgingly part of this grotesque parade Want to obliterate this consummation Do not want to have a confrontation Breast fed by conformity Only digesting obscurity Need the God of my salvation Rescue from sin and its degradation Thank you Lord for who you have provided Pray we may never more be divided What God above has blessed Differs greatly from the rest Bless now our Endeavour As we await the coming hour