You thought you might have mine
But it won’t be that easy
I’m afraid I’ll have to decline
You are right behind me
As I climb up every rung
I won’t be overtaken
I will not be undone
Tempting me with promise
Of riches and of glory
Things I haven’t worked for
I’ve heard that same old story
Offering up damnation
Is all I’m reading in you
I won’t forfeit salvation
I’m not close to being through
An angel on my shoulder
My intuition is strong
Your temptation will not sway me
I know what’s right and wrong
This scalp you won’t be adding
To those there on your belt
Get thee behind me Satan
In me you will not dwell
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
3 comments:
Well said. Put him in his place, he is already defeated.
faith and trust!
woe to those who are his tools
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