Not For Sale Poem by Chris Jibero

The accuser of the brethren came
like a flood to sweep me away
thinking that I was some trash
but the Ancient of Days
raised a standard and stopped him

Yea, death intensely bargained
to purchase me
but Life resolutely declined
to sale me
therefore, Satan is withdrawn
sitting on the floor of his fiery hell
downcast and sulking

But God is sitting on His majestic throne
in His holy heaven happy
with His host of angels joyfully singing
hosanna in the highest

And here I am dancing
and glorifying
the Greater than the greatest
whose name is Jehovah.

(c) Chris Jibero.