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.