Francisco Friday (Week 3)

The Package

I was awakened in the morning by a knocking on the door
So I got up and went to see what all the knocking was for
And there stood the Devil with a box addressed to me
He said "Boy, I've got something here I think you ought to see.”

I said, “I know that I don't want it if it's anything from you
'Cause I hate everything you say and don't like anything you do.”
But then he pointed with his finger and he smiled kind of sly
'Cause the package said "from God" there in the corner, way up high

So I said, "If it's from God, then why'd He send it here by you?"
He said, "He always sends me when there's dirty work to do
This box is full of misery, poverty and shame
To perfect you through your suffering 'till you're worthy of His name.”

Well, I'd been pretty patient, but that last line took the cake
I just could not take no more, I'd taken all that I could take
So I told him what I thought of him and all his filthy lies
And then I fired the shot that got him right between the eyes

I told him "Jesus took my sickness and my poverty away
You nailed Him to the cross yourself when you murdered Him that day
The suffering that I do will be for love and not for shame
I'm already worthy by His blood, to wear His name.”

“And I know my Father loves me and has only good in store
So you just pack up all your jive and get away from my front door
You can write my name on packages ‘til I'm ninety two
But every single one I'm sending back to Hell with you
So you can pack it on up and get down the road.”

I said, “I know my Father loves me and has only good in store
So you just pack up all your jive and get away from my front door
You can write my name on packages ‘til I'm a hundred and thirty two
But every single one is going back to Hell with you."

by Don Francisco