This Cinderella, who is she, who dances cross my screen
Belle, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty, a few of what I’ve seen
How do they do it, these Barbie Clones, what magic do they possess
They fully plant who they are to all who wear a dress
For when I stop and move my gaze from screen to tender face
I see the fascination that’s caught the female race
Is this good, is this right, to put such strength in seeds
That grow so fast and grow so thick might choke more righteous deeds?
Must God compete with Disney lore that never mentions Him
Are we thinking more of Him than that of “Brothers Grim”
Do we build inside each girl a warped destructive lie
That strikes the core of self respect, that suicide they try?
Few will reach the model looks, impossible for most
For God looks upon the heart, not looks, lest man should boast
Tis Satan’s surest tool to grab, enslave with fashion
And mocks the sweetness found in each girl’s “natural” attraction
Instead of inner strength, intelligence, and strong variety
We have a bunch of Barbie clones and Princess “wannabees”
So, to the wise and those not lost in advertising’s snare
I declare in soberness, a revelation rare
Don’t waste your time becoming someone other than yourself
You are a daughter of your God, heir to ALL his wealth
God is the King of Kings, you know, a being so fantastic
You are his, a Princess true, not one made out of plastic
He will show you things not seen on Hollywood’s bright screens
Give him the time you give to dolls and know what all this means:
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. 1 Cor. 2:9
