Then the kingdom of heaven shall be likened to ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom.

La Pucelle

And I looked up. He said, Jesus is in your mouth. He said it, and I complied.

And at midnight a cry was heard: Behold, the bridegroom is coming; go out to meet him! Then all those virgins arose and trimmed their lamps.

Oh, genuflect for Jesus Bend in bliss Each rug burn ( He teaches ) A Christ-cherry kiss

Oh come, loved ones, with Him reside Let us all be Christian brides ! With one mind we cannot falter Faith divine lies at the altar

Where we, His connubial congregation, tender holy vestal oblations; Seek we not in vain his approbation -

The gloriole: His vow of conjugation !

His band of gold, a bond of liberation - Hymeneals be sung with exaltation !

Oh chaste ones, let us unite and kneel His rod invites Our God is real

"Tammy Faye Starlite -- named for the television evangelist's wife, Tammy Faye Bakker -- is a nasty girl. In the course of the evening she will peel off her elbow gloves and strip to a chemise so skimpy it brings a blush to her own husband's cheeks. But by that time the faint of heart will have fled. Propriety seldom survives into the second verse of a Starlite song. Her lyrics begin with characters found in all country songs: simple men or women on a bad drunk, in a bad marriage or strung out on divorce or unrequited love. But family values soon turn to incest and the love of God gets downright carnal. Her band, the Angels of Mercy, lay down the sure rhythms and artful guitar fills that country fans love. But anyone who takes the genre too seriously is certain to be burned.