If I Were the Devil
Humorous satire...
If I were the devil, just how would I work
To neutralize the work of God and smear it in the dirt.
I'd convince people that a Christian wears a sour face
His life is nothing but do's and don'ts, with not an ounce of grace
The ones who say "it doesn't cut it" will peel off the vine
They'll turn to drugs and wild life - some will turn to crime
They're looking for reality, and not some plastic life
Where Sunday's filled with rituals between six days of strife.
So I succeeded to turn them off, I gave this plan my best
But my work is not quite finished yet - what about the rest?
What about the ones in Church? There are two kinds out there
I have to work in such a way my plot will be a snare
First there are the religious ones who have a list of sins
Their laws will make a grocery list look like trivial whims
The more I add, the worse it'll get, until I finally built
A life cram full of legalism, and each move will carry guilt.
These are the ones who are the blind, in darkness every day
They think that they're so spiritual, so holy as they pray
So now I turn to another group, to me they're a real threat
They'll destroy my diabolical plan the more power that they get.
They know the Christian life is a simple work of grace
They know the Holy Spirit is in charge each day they face
What can I do to neutralize them, I'll never stop their task
Unless I make a counterfeit plan, a perfect fitting mask.
They know that if they walk in truth, they'll manifest the fruits
The Spirit of God produces, genuine from it's roots
But with idols in their lives, bondages and obsessions
They'll be walking in total darkness with attachments to possessions.
So I have a list of fruits to match the nine they know
And then I will convince them from the high down to the low
That the darkness and bondage they got tangled in
Will seem like light and freedom, and the opposite of sin
Instead of love, it will be lust - a bondage or addiction
Some hobby or thing that they will "love" without conviction
Instead of joy - the happiness the Spirit of God produces
It'll be misery drowned in fun, and all that it seduces.
Peace will be tranquility, patience will be tolerance
Gentleness will be suave remarks, hardly showing genuine evidence
Sentimentality replaces goodness, showing compromise and slack
With a backbone like spaghetti, black is white and white is black.
Faith is now presumption, so when they trust the Lord
They overspend their budget, buying things they can't afford
So then what will they do, when money is their snare?
They'll write those checks by "faith", when the money isn't there
Humility will seem so fake, conversations will be a drag
As they will fish for compliments, since THEY won't want to brag
With self control, I don't know how I'll counterfeit that one
'Cause all of their impulsiveness will come out of their fun!
(c) 1993 David Film www.DavidFilm.ShortURL.com
To neutralize the work of God and smear it in the dirt.
I'd convince people that a Christian wears a sour face
His life is nothing but do's and don'ts, with not an ounce of grace
The ones who say "it doesn't cut it" will peel off the vine
They'll turn to drugs and wild life - some will turn to crime
They're looking for reality, and not some plastic life
Where Sunday's filled with rituals between six days of strife.
So I succeeded to turn them off, I gave this plan my best
But my work is not quite finished yet - what about the rest?
What about the ones in Church? There are two kinds out there
I have to work in such a way my plot will be a snare
First there are the religious ones who have a list of sins
Their laws will make a grocery list look like trivial whims
The more I add, the worse it'll get, until I finally built
A life cram full of legalism, and each move will carry guilt.
These are the ones who are the blind, in darkness every day
They think that they're so spiritual, so holy as they pray
So now I turn to another group, to me they're a real threat
They'll destroy my diabolical plan the more power that they get.
They know the Christian life is a simple work of grace
They know the Holy Spirit is in charge each day they face
What can I do to neutralize them, I'll never stop their task
Unless I make a counterfeit plan, a perfect fitting mask.
They know that if they walk in truth, they'll manifest the fruits
The Spirit of God produces, genuine from it's roots
But with idols in their lives, bondages and obsessions
They'll be walking in total darkness with attachments to possessions.
So I have a list of fruits to match the nine they know
And then I will convince them from the high down to the low
That the darkness and bondage they got tangled in
Will seem like light and freedom, and the opposite of sin
Instead of love, it will be lust - a bondage or addiction
Some hobby or thing that they will "love" without conviction
Instead of joy - the happiness the Spirit of God produces
It'll be misery drowned in fun, and all that it seduces.
Peace will be tranquility, patience will be tolerance
Gentleness will be suave remarks, hardly showing genuine evidence
Sentimentality replaces goodness, showing compromise and slack
With a backbone like spaghetti, black is white and white is black.
Faith is now presumption, so when they trust the Lord
They overspend their budget, buying things they can't afford
So then what will they do, when money is their snare?
They'll write those checks by "faith", when the money isn't there
Humility will seem so fake, conversations will be a drag
As they will fish for compliments, since THEY won't want to brag
With self control, I don't know how I'll counterfeit that one
'Cause all of their impulsiveness will come out of their fun!
(c) 1993 David Film www.DavidFilm.ShortURL.com
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