THE DEVIL’S PARTY 

The devil’s having a party;

he’s rubbing his hands with glee;

he’s claimed another victim.

I rather fear it’s me.

 

Sin’s dogged my footsteps all my life;

breathed down my neck for years

and sung temptation’s siren song,

sweet nothings in my ears.

 

I’ve shrugged him off, fought hard and won

and laughed into his face.

He’s laughing now and circling me,

a monument to disgrace.

 

Don’t think he took me unawares,

my eyes were open wide

as I took off my armour of righteousness

and with no backward glance stepped inside.

 

I turned my back on the promised land;

lost sight of the Father’s face.

Temptation overcame me

and made a fool of “grace”. 

 

 

Hell’s party’s not so hot now,

the atmosphere has dropped,

the devil’s shaking his fists in rage,

the music’s all but stopped.

 

Temptation’s passion’s burnt out now

and so has sins desire.

My father wept so much for me

his tears have quenched the fire.