The Devil Came Knocking At My Door
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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.
Copyright © Brenda Mcgrath | Year Posted 2016
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