Black magic and voodoo
Just what in actuality
Can you really truly do?
Go ahead and stick in your pin
Play with your cute little doll
I assure you that you'll not win
No matter the pseudo-spiritual spin
Put your pins in every tiny vile doll
In Christ I have peace and stand tall.
I fear not, neither am I afraid.
For your doll looks nothing like me at all
Besides I have been throughout the world
Haiti, Brazil, and in dark spots in Africa
I'm a spiritual lion connected with my Creator
The devil lacks creativity and is merely a copier
Which he futilely does quite poorly and pitifully
As for me I believe in Christ Jesus and spirituality
Keep your dead religion centered on foul fear
None of it do I care to embrace, neither hear
The power of the risen Christ, this I hold dear
Black magic and voodoo is most entirely queer
I like the prophet Elijah mock it and do jeer
Realizing fully it cannot impart life, nor endear
Neither can it guide, direct your life, or steer
You toward entering the blessed promised land
Voodoo and black magic tends toward poverty
It begins with timidity and lives in obscurity
Dwells with confusion, miserable apprehension
But with Christ there is boldness and certainty
The blessed Holy Spirit mightily does fill me
Fills me to overflowing, His divine power showing
When the Name of Jesus is spoken, demons go running
I rejoice with dancing, shouting, clapping, and laughing
As God Almighty arises and Satanic power's frail disguises
Are severed, cut, defeated, broken, and fall to the waist side
Jesus my Lord, Christ my redeemer, with arms open wide
A loving smile upon His face and a heartfelt warm embrace
Always overcomes the ugly demonic and all its disgrace.
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Source by Paul Davis
