Isa 42:10 Sing unto the LORD a new song, [and] his praise from the end of the earth, ye that go down to the sea, and all that is therein; the isles, and the inhabitants thereof.
Forget about your "long ago…"
Don’t care to remember how
That music used to make ya smile
Because today’s the day you’ll have your chance
To make all the people dance
And baby they’ll be happy, though still vile…
And though February made you shiver
Now in Springtime the LORD Deliver
No bad news on your doorstep
I’ve learned to dance a new step
And you’ll remember, no one cried
For the LORD redeemed an unfaithful Bride
Let Him move you deep inside
The Day the LORD Arise
So, Awake, Miss American Cake
Have no Chevy but my baby, no, I would not forsake
Them good ole boys may drink whiskey and rye
But I’ll be Singin’ this’ll be the day of the LORD’s Sonrise
This’ll be the day the LORD Arise
Solomon wrote a Book of Love
And Paul had Faith in God above
And the Bible tells you so
Now there’s Xtian bands in Rock and Roll
Singin’ the LORD may save your immortal soul
And he’ll teach ya of the Faith in a Bow (Gen. 9:13)
Well, now know that you’re loved by Him
He sees you’re dancin’ away from sin
You and the LORD kicked off your shoes
He’s even praised in Rhythm and Blues
I was an unbelievein’ lame wetduck
Livin’ in a stinking nation, didn’t give me a [censored]
But I knew I didn’t need no luck
The Day the LORD Arise
I started singin’
Awake, Miss American Cake
Have no Chevy but my baby, no, I would not forsake
Them good ole boys may drink whiskey and rye
But I’ll be Singin’ this’ll be the day of the LORD’s Sonrise
This’ll be the day the LORD Arise
Now we’ll never walk alone
And we’ll wax fat, never break a bone
Though that’s now how it used to be
When some Judas sang for the king and queen
In a coat he swiped and never washed clean
There’s a Choice to be made by you and me
This time around the King did not look down
The jester bit his lip, knew he was clowned
No courtroom to be adjourned
The Verdict, All returned
Though Noah had left off buildin’ the Ark
The Four sons answered on Pesach
And everyman to the LORD did hark
The Day the LORD Arise
Now we’re singin’
Awake, Miss American Cake
Have no Chevy but my baby, no, I would not forsake
Them good ole boys may drink whiskey and rye
But I’ll be Singin’ this’ll be the day of the LORD’s Sonrise
This’ll be the day the LORD Arise
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
Some birds flew off, doubting God, their Shelter
Eight smiles for pie of a fallen cast
Landed like Nebuchadnezzar; had to eat grass
The players lied for a froward lass
Spurned the Master whose Word revealed at the last
That their half-time air stank of a dead sow’s fumes
Righteous sergeants played a marching tune
Betrayers all got up to dance
May they never get the chance
‘Cause when players try to take the field
The Righteous must refuse to yield
You will recall what was revealed
The day the LORD Arrived
We started singin’
Awake, Miss American Cake
Have no Chevy but my baby, no, I would not forsake
Them good ole boys may drink whiskey and rye
But I’ll be Singin’ this’ll be the day of the LORD’s Sonrise
This’ll be the day the LORD Arise
Oh, and there they were all in one place
A generation; rotten, unholy disgrace
With no time left to start again
Refused to repent for foe or friend
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack destroy the vile and sick
‘Cause this generation’s guile is the devil’s friend
And as they watch him on every stage
Their hands they clap in fits at his rampage
For their angel born in Hell
How they love that Satan’s spell
And as their flames climbed high into the night
To light their sacrificial rite
None saw Satan exit stage right
The day the LORD arrived
He was singin’
Awake, Miss American Cake
Have no Chevy but my baby, no, I would not forsake
Them good ole boys may drink whiskey and rye
But I’ll be Singin’ this’ll be the day of the LORD’s Sonrise
This’ll be the day the LORD Arise
If you meet a girl who sang the blues
Ask her about the LORD’s Good News
She’ll just smile and recall the Day
I repent now and refuse the whore
Should have stopped her music years before
Until I did the LORD’s music wouldn’t play
And in Ramah the children screamed
The lovers lied, and the poets schemed
But when Word was Spoken
Revealed church bells were but a faithless token
The three men they despised most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
Their Word was known from coast to coast
The day the Lord arrived
And they were singin’
Awake, Miss American Cake
Have no Chevy but my baby, no, I would not forsake
Them good ole boys may drink whiskey and rye
But I’ll be Singin’ this’ll be the day of the LORD’s Sonrise
This’ll be the day the LORD Arise
They were singin’
Awake, Miss American Cake
Have no Chevy but my baby, no, I would not forsake
Them good ole boys may drink whiskey and rye
But I’ll be Singin’ this’ll be the day of the LORD’s Sonrise
This’ll be the day the LORD Arise
Rom 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what [is] that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
