From The Heart

“I Know My Child”

I can imagine Jesus and satan having a talk

Concerning my faith and my personal walk,

Old satan would say, “If you would only make her way hard

She’d no longer praise you or call you her God.”

But I can see Jesus slowly shaking His head

Even smiling a smile like a proud parent or Dad,

He’d say, “No my daughter would still give Me the praise

Though her heart may be heavy

I can see her hands raised, and

Even if she wasn’t able to say a word

She’d just wave her hands and stand assured.”

“But what if,” satan said, “she was stricken with disease

Or had trouble come upon her with no sign of relief,

Then, I say, then, instead of dropping to her knees

She’ll drop her religion and start hanging out with me!”

“Once again you’ve lied, just like you did on Job

She will not be beguiled

Because you see, I know my child! 

She’ll testify that by my stripes she’s already healed, and

 That during her sickness my glory was revealed,

As far as trouble coming near, knocking at her door

She’s already told trouble, that you can’t stay here anymore!

So try what you will, but don’t you dare touch her soul

For she abides in me and I abide in her,

You’re the author of evil, with all your wiles

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