Plastic Surgery                         Henry Wiebe April 2002

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe.

She had so many cards she didn't know what to do.

Her husband was gone cause he couldn't pay

for all the vanities she bought every day.

And he himself was spending quite wild,

For he was one of many a spoiled child.

So they not knowing simple multiplication,

added momentum to their situation.

With food and clothing never content,

off to the Vanity Fair she went.

I'm a King's kid and I've been blessed,

with all those cards to get me the best.

And when the creditor comes to the door,

just don't you worry and don't get sore,

cause my rich papa he ain't poor.

So I ain't denying myself any more.

And besides my kids need things

and we live in a land where freedom rings.

So I'm charging on, full speed ahead,

I'll not deny self, I'd rather be dead;

After all I am a King's kid,

so don't tell me to put on the lid;

Just take a look at what Calvary did.

He paid the debt for this King's kid,

so that these pearls and gold I could wear,

ride in a new car, with my pretty blonde hair,

and stand proud and tall at the vanity fair.

He surely doesn't want me to just stand and stare

at that awful scene with the thorns on Christ's brow

and not put a golden crown on me now.

So if He says, "Take up the cross,

deny yourself and count it all loss."

I'll say," it's not fair for you to be boss."

I'm going to town with plastic in hand,

for the promise says you gave me this land,

and plastic is firmer than sinking sand,

so plastic is what my house is made of,

with plastic I feel peace like a dove.

Soon wrinkles appeared on her fair skin,

aging spots and a double chin.

Her pains were many and her hair was thin.

Off to the Doctor to see what he'll say,

I didn't expect things to go this way.

With pains in my chest, my side and my back,

perhaps it's a miner-oil I lack.

But the doctor will know, I trust his skill,

he'll surely give me that cure-all pill.

I'll pay in plastic when I get the bill.

Well, here I am, Doc, what's the verdict?

It appears to me, lady, you really are sick!

Your heart, your liver, your blood's not pure.

But don't you worry. I have just the cure

- Plastic surgery, that'll do it for sure.

But what of my liver, my lungs and my heart?

There must be something better you can impart,

to ease the pains and give me a new start.

No maam, you've trusted in plastic thus far,

your furs, your diamonds, your jewels and car.

Plastic has filled your every need,

your every whim and every greed.

So plastic surgery is all we can do,

since your vital organs are now plastic, too.

Now who is this lady with fate so sad

whose strength is now failing, she spent all she had;

who refused to hear the wisdom of Dad,

but wasted her time with every fad,

and in spite of all the folly she did,

still swore up and down "I'm the King's kid."

She stamped on her coins IN GOD WE TRUST.

But her god was her coins and her plastic lust,

for more and more that was a must.

With a plasitc redeemer she'll bite the dust.

Many will marvel and wonder why

this lady so strong, oh how could she die.

Now who is this lady that lived in a shoe

and what is she wearing?

It's red, white and blue.

It's spangled with stars that float in the breeze

but sin has brought her down to her knees.

She stands in the harbour with torch held high,

not discerning the changes in the weather and sky,

her freedoms the ominous dark clouds now defy.

From her schools she ruled God out,

she trusted her weapons of strength and her clout.

Yet God gave warnings of what judgement is about.

Nine one one was a wake up call.

You must bow down or else you'll fall.

She said, "Oh, no, I'll just rebuild."

But what about lives the terrorist killed.

While those bereaved sat down to mourn,

The terrorist stood afar off to scorn.

Plastic's unreal. It burns in the fire,

Like towers man built higher and higher,

and like the lady who lived in the shoe,

with a plastic sole what could she do?

Take heed to my counsel, it's for real.

Humble yourself and your land I will heal.

I counsel thee

to buy from me

treasure of gold for eternity.

Anoint your eyes that you might see,

that plastic surgery is not the key;

But I am life, it's all in Me.

And when your plastic fails the test,

come to Me and you'll find rest.

I've knocked before,

I've stood at the door,

All you need do is open.