In this worried and dangerous time
With sickness, and disease, and crime,
The Devil whispered into my ear
To bring unto me both terror and fear.
The Devil said that I could not withstand the storm
In any shape, or place, or even form,
He then howled and said that I wasn't strong enough
Then into my ear, he gave a laugh and a puff.
I told the Devil that I am not worried or scared
For any storm I am always ready and prepared,
I then told him that I am saved and God has that receipt
Then I said unto the Devil, "STEP BACK 6 FEET! "
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem