The Deceiver’s Great Crime

The crime he does commit, the gospel he does teach,

Go back for evermore, never forward…always to recede.

Great Satan’s myth and lie, like unto Balaam, is this:

That man, He cannot change, and God is bound of time.

His one great crime, in countless ways, sends men back unto the scene,

always as a dog unto his vomit, he does burden, he does scream.

He smiles at this rejoinder, he mocks at all who try,

did you ever really think, your own gravity, you could defy!

Give up he taunts and whispers, so soft you cannot change,

of use you are to none…your life is ‘most done… slide back to whence you came.

But a Man on a colt He rides, a mountainous growing tide, he swings the sword of life,

It cuts two-edged sharp, forgiveness in love; it points to only truth, it changes men in time.

He looks him in the eye, He says just simply this: “Stand behind me with your lies,

I cut loose the ropes of those whom you would let die.”

And Satan he does tumble and Satan he does fall,

in defeat he bows his head, back to the ashes he does crawl

  Back to his own judgment he returns, consigned to chosen exile called,

where man, he cannot change, and God is of all time.