Allowing Satan To Roam
Once upon a time their was a lad afraid of satan roaming his site in human form,
He allowed abuse, lies, and all sorts of things to transpire for he was lukewarm,
Jesus was angry and began to take notes and pull out his judgment book,
That is not why he died and bleed and was whipped with lashes and a hook.
He allowed this beast to wonder and blasphemy holy spirit and the Holy God,
This is not why he was woken from his muddy bath or filthy type of sod,
The beast just on kept talking and the lad would close his eyes to this crime,
Allowing God to be smeared, rebuked, prophets slayed with words of grime.
Copyright © Dawn Gordon | Year Posted 2011
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