Richard Merrell

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The Devil's Tree - Poem by Richard Merrell

Christmas came the other day
And sat down next to me
Saying, 'Come on son, have some fun
make an idol of a tree.

'Don't worry about what God might say,
enjoy yourself, have a laugh
be like that fool called Aaron -
who built that golden calf.

'After all the Christian Church
has been cutting trees for years;
and putting up the mistletoe -
those silly little dears.

'So don't worry about what God might say
for I've deceived them all you know;
so come along and do the same -
why don't you have a go? '

I replied to Christmas in this way
'I will not heed your Bell;
I have no idol; Yeshua is Lord -
of Him I love to tell.

'So you can burn your Christmas trees
in that lake's eternal fire;
for I perceive by God's Logos -
you are Satan and you're a liar.'

'The customs of the people are vain'

Jeremiah 10: 1-5

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2012

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