proud and gay they march along
growing in numbers, weak but strong
following the footsteps of another race
creating their own, demanding their place
prophecy foretold of these times
of men depraved, with reprobate minds
still on they go against the wind
blindly led, sick within
they wear their suffering on their sleeve
and call it gay, but who believes
they want so much to be a part
closet fugitives, with jealous hearts
they impose perversion, that we contend
making it law, protecting sin
but when we preach against their state
they loudly resist, and call it hate
of God's first institution, they mockingly err
they wrongly define, they wrongly pair
unholy unions with conscience aloof
they live by feelings, devoid of truth
the legacy of sin is always shame
and by their choice, will not be saved
for they used a vice to vent their sorrow
lived only for today, and not for tomorrow