I realize that the last word in this poem from my unpublishable novels is misspelled. And that hate should be hates. That is poetic license. The highway patrol apologizes but they cannot revoke that license.
DON’T MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE DEVIL BROTHER
WITH HIS PITCHFORK HE’LL GET YOU IN THE END
Even though the Devil hate me
He can never separate me
From God and His love.
He will curse and he will sulk
But blessings come down in bulk
From the Lord up above.
This why I sing this song
To praise Him all day long
You can never praise him enuv
DON’T MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE DEVIL BROTHER
WITH HIS PITCHFORK HE’LL GET YOU IN THE END
Even though the Devil hate me
He can never separate me
From God and His love.
He will curse and he will sulk
But blessings come down in bulk
From the Lord up above.
This why I sing this song
To praise Him all day long
You can never praise him enuv
