I chanced by the video screen,
and heard such a sound, it seemed.
As if I were in the open air,
of a good tent revival chair.

I watched as they sang a good ol' Gospel song,
'We're Going Home And It Won't Be Long.'
I saw them with uplifted hands,
tears coming down in strands.

But I saw in them something akin to confusion,
a worldly pollution: pure illusion.
Like Christ they claimed to be, but the truth was plain to see,
nothing more than a product of the "Holy See".

I saw in them the same elements I see on the streets of Hollywood,
of women in dresses to be thrown in the trash, they should.
Advertising with their bodies, allowing all who a look would take,
the imagination of a mind; sinful distraction, the view of Him to forsake.

My soul was rent, and begged the question,
oh Lord - how long? before we turn from the bastion.
Of clean, humble living, lives separate, holy and godly,
clinging to the old paths, taking a stand . . . and boldly.

We see the day quickly approaching,
the lessening standards upon the church steadily encroaching.
Men with long scraggily hair and beards accepted,
women with short, dyed hair and pants expected.

The teachings and tenents of His Word thrown out,
for to be in this group, be like them for clout.
A little of this or that won't hurt,
just kick oldtime teachings to the dirt.

They sounded so perfect so holy,
but looked utterly phony.
To backslidden ears they cry,
come join us, to heaven we'll fly.

How long before we dress like them?
wear the ungodly makeup that the world wears.
Lord we can't tell Hollywood from them,
who's who, do we welcome or condemn?

How long like them before we wear the vain
adornment like them, which proudly displays.
And advertises with clothes that portrays,
the very thing the lust of the flesh craves.

Our body is the temple of God,
will He live in a temple that looks like those, the streets trod?
How long will He continue to annoint our service,
if we in His presence with our standard are nervous?

How long before we look like them?
How long before we baptize like them?
How long before we have statues and graven images like them?
how long before we participate in the holidays of Babylon like them?

It's the holy days of the whore of Babylon,
into which people who claim to be like Him are conned.
Are gathered back under her wings,
worshipping as the heathen, the ungodly things.

"I'm thinking of Christ," they claim,
on the day, and date of pagan gods, the same.
Worshipping a Holy Saviour using worldly practices,
trees, wreaths, teachings, His Word condemns; rejects such additives.

How long before our eyes behold ungodly things as proper,
people decked to the nines with trinkets of gold, silver and of copper.
Men with men, women with women, end of the family as a whole,
taught against in the Word; damning to the soul.

Your body is a billboard - what are you thinking?
Baring your flesh, with mincing eye, winking.
A holy life is all He will accept,
He's already through with the tears He wept.

Dying on the cross, Salvation if Him you will accept,
a holy nation, a royal priesthood, a life that is clean and kept.
How long, oh Lord, till all are swept by He,
into the lake which burneth with fire, for all eternity.