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Rebecca Leigh Wilaby

Satan's Plate

On Satan's table at dinner time
Where all the food's been burned
Lies a soul upon each plate
with a lesson to be learned

I've found my soul upon his platter
With napkin and fork beside
At times within my walk of life
And I've broken down and cried

Cried, for growing up is hard
Which is why it takes so long
And cried, for God is in my heart
Why does he let me do wrong?

Those lessons I learned so painfully
As my soul was soon to be eaten
But, still, I sin, I'm flesh and blood
Lord, help me, I'm a cretin

One day, Satan will eat my soul
For my sins of vengeance and hate
So, I pray for strength from up above
To keep me off his plate