Don'T Let Him Knock

How I love the evenings when I walk into the deep, cerulean night I pray to God, don’t let him knock. He parades around the sins I lock away and try to keep from sight How I love the evenings when I walk. He tempts me then to join his flock may my soul not give to such benight I pray to God don’t let him knock. He points me to the ticking clock, this beast, I know I cannot fight. How I love the evenings when I walk. It’s we sheep whom he does love to stalk tangled up in all our plight I pray to God don’t let him knock. So if you hear his voices mock they’ll drain you of remaining light. How I love the evenings when I walk I pray to God don’t let him knock.