The Devil Came Knocking At My Door
The Devil came knocking at my door,
Coming in disguise, enticing me to the dance floor.
He whispered in my ear, saying he owned my soul.
Then I felt his manipulative evil, trying to take control.
I got out my Bible and began to read His word.
And I knew my prayers to God had not gone unheard.
Be careful which door you decide to open,
If you lose perspective, you could end up lost and broken.
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