When The Devil Comes Poem by Randy McClave

The Devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape
So, that knowing him you could escape,
And he doesn't arrive with horns that are pointy
He doesn't want you to know you're his appointee.
He doesn't arrive with hooves that are cloven
Knowing that you have been chosen,
And he doesn't show up as someone you hate
He'll show up as someone you respect and appreciate.
He might show up wearing a suit and a tie
And then you will quickly begin believing his ever lie,
Or he might show up as a millionaire
Then you will worship and believe him with every prayer.
He won't show up with a pitchfork in his hand
And his face will not be dark tanned,
He will not be the one wearing a goatee and a pointy mustache
And underneath his fingernails will not be brimstone or ash.
He won't come as the beggar down the street
Or that gay person that you don't want to meet,
And he won't be that person with that different belief to tell
He will be the one, that's hating them as well.
Pray for wisdom and discernment
Remember he is also the serpent,
He will be that radical you needed knocking at your door
He will come as everything you have ever wished for.

Randy L. McClave