
Divorce, Divorce Divorce, Divorce Such a slippery slimy course Icky, sticky Shouldn’t we feel some remorse? Signs of the times Mobs in the culture all cry But who put them in charge Seems almost like A ridiculous farce Shall we begin to spar? Who gets the last word Surely there’s someplace to look You say there is an older book Which answers many questions That within its black and white lines God’s Holy Spirit beckons Listen to its words So once again we may return Faithfulness, sanctity Peace, security True love back to our homes And no longer out in the darkness Will our children be forced to roam!



