HOW CINDERELLA BECAME SINNER ELLA

This is a tale about Cinderella

And how she got ruined by a fella

When she innocently began to bud and bloom

Satan in the background sneakily began to loom

There was to be a ball so great, so grand

That invitations went out all over the land

Sent out by no other than Prince Charming

Who fell into infatuation so alarming

With the help of Satan appearing as an angel of light

When Cinderella received the prince's invite

No glad rags for her from thrift shops would do

While a nightgown in Satan's mind pops into view

He deceivingly calls it an evening gown

For her to dance in and twirl around

He then gives her a wicked heart to heart talk

To gently sway her hips in her graceful walk

The Prince's eyes will bug out to see her elegant carriage

With no thoughts to seek her hand in righteous marriage

But in her mind came a wedding train of thought

Though her hand in marriage was not sought

They had a ball each and every night

And wouldn't let each other out of sight

Fast bosom buddies they soon became

Playing in the Devil's playground and his game

One night Jesus arrived when the clock struck 12 midnight

And looking at her huge carriage gave her quite a fright

As her belly had turned into a great, big pumpkin

And she wasn't now an innocent country bumpkin

Prince Charming had left seeds where they shouldn't have been planted

It was time for her sins to be confessed and recanted

Jesus had already taken His bride and left

Leaving her behind and totally bereft

She finally spiritually woke left with one slipper

While the pangs of childbirth did grip her

As she was the slipper upper into sin

No beauty contest in childbirth was she gonna win

The slipper fit

So she wore it

But much to her disgrace and shame

She ended up in the fallen women's hall of fame

Cinderella had turned into Sinner Ella

With the Prince on the run as a cowardly fella

She wasn't at Christ's marriage with her "I do."

So likewise don't ever let it happen to you.

Long ago Jesus put Himself in your shoes

For your filthy rags and sin's refuse

He died for your sins in your place

For everyone in the human race

It's time to follow the footprints of His shoes

Repent, give up the sin; it's time to choose

His footprints are the only perfect fit you'll ever find

If at the rapture, you don't want to get left behind

Wash those filthy rags of sin in Jesus' blood like Sinner Ella

And have no sex without marriage first with any fella

Don't let Christ at midnight come back

To find two unmarried people in the sack

Lest you end up with a great big wail and a bawl

On having missed the rapture of the bride after all

No point to be left wailing with your teeth gnashing

Over a charming Prince who looked so dashing

Listen now and take heed to my advice

Or being a martyr for Christ will be the price

When giving your life up as a sacrifice

To end up in heaven's paradise

Lest a worse fate await you

With Satan who does hate you