On Sunday mornings she would clap her hands
And call on Jesus in HOLY JOY in church
But selfishness fueled her spirit.This nubile looking princess
Who denied lust,yet allowed the daughter of her youth to ride waves of
Fleshly passion in the bedroom next door and moan out loud
Soon the call to JESUS within her grew faint and she rose up from
Prayerful knees and went back into the World again
Casting aside the Savior who had brought her through
Times good and bad for white and reggae music
And eat the stale apple pie of indifference
With a side order of the meat and potatoes of sin