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When I Shook the Devil's Hand
When I Shook the Devil’s Hand I thought that I could do it, I thought I had it planned, I thought that I knew everything, When I shook the devil’s hand, Just a little bit of garbage, Just a little bit of sin, Just a little bit of common sense, Would have helped me way back then, What is it, makes us think we know, So much more than we do? To make deals with an enemy Who hates us, through and through, The definition of insanity, From this day until then, Is to do the same things over, And expect a different end, Spectacular stupidity, To think I had the sand, To walk up and stick my hand out, And shake the devil’s hand, When is it that we realize, What we’re doing is so wrong, Until we start to realize, It’s been going on so long? But the Father of the foolish, Shows His mercy and His grace, We discover that the tears we shed, Are also running down His face, He doesn’t help us make our “deals,” But He feels all the pain, When we, who have so much to lose, Think we have so much to gain, Does it ever enter to our thoughts, Or cross our simple minds, Those consequences of our actions, Can last a long, long time? Our fickle, suicidal plans, Can sometimes last forever, Family ties and friendship’s lives, Are easy things to sever, It took so long to realize, And make a simple stand, For me to get down on my knees, To take my Saviour’s hand. Copyright 2013 Brian Wallace
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