THE PEST ON EARTH

Archangel Michael, are you tired?

You work so hard for me;

How many demon angels try

To get the best of me?

How many times are you delayed,

On days you hear me pray,

And, like Daniel, have to wait,

While demons block your way?

How hard they work to win my soul,

But the battle’s already won,

For Jesus lives within my heart,

And Satan is the foolish one.

They may play havoc with my life,

But in the end, they find,

The war they fought to win my soul,

Had only hurt my mind.

Super angel of the heavens,

Someday, you will find rest,

When Satan’s lost his right to roam,

And earth has lost its’ pest.