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.
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