A LETTER TO THE DEVIL Satan

A LETTER TO THE DEVIL                                     BACK
Satan,

          I must say it's been a while since we've been together...hasn't it? I thought I'd write though so as to let you know why I've not been hanging out in the usual places. You see I prayed...I know you told me not to but...I was lonely and you were not there as usual...I prayed and God listened...something you said He wouldn't do. You lied to me...you said that being a Christian would remove any fun in life...YOU LIED! I went to church even though you told me it would be boring...everyone there welcomed me. Your people used me; Christ's people respected me- so much for your promise of popularity. I'll make you regret lying to me. All this time that has passed I could have lived...I could have lived. Instead I was blinded and followed you instead, so instead of fun I found despair, hatred, and pain...why didn't you tell me, why did you lie? The Lord tells me that you fear the weakest of all saints on their knees in prayer. So then are you afraid? How's it feel then Satan? I was afraid for so long...how does it feel to be afraid? It's hard changing from evil to good, but through Christ I can. One of my sins is hatred. So now then monster have some of your own medicine.

          Satan! I'm coming for you, with God in the lead, and there's no way out! You tricked me...WAR...I declare WAR. I may be weak, you might kill my children, you might kill my wife, burn my home, and make me deathly sick, but I will never leave Christ. You hear me Satan...never will I leave Christ. I've begun telling the ones you've lied to the truth...truth, ha back when you controlled my speech truth was a bad word...It's going to take some work but I'll become a warrior for Christ...a warrior, not a gimp like your followers. I've decided to follow Christ. You will never be more than second best and as we all know, second best is the first loser.

          It's time for me to go now...do understand that everything you showed me is not forgotten, no none of it, not in the slightest. Now the war begins and in it I will use your powers you taught me of destroying souls, only through Christ I will save them instead of destroying them, instead of death metal it's Christian heavy metal, instead of my dress promoting beer it promotes Christ, instead of hating everyone now I comfort them. As for the hate, well, you gave it to me...you can have it back...in your face. Goodbye!

Sincerely, The Weakened Saint

© trent@kci.net

A LETTER TO CHRIST

Jesus,

Hello Friend. I’m sorry it’s been so long, sometimes though…I forget. My Lord, I need you again; the devil called me, and I willingly went. Oh Lord I’m sorry for all that I’ve done to you…I was the one who slashed your back Lord, I was the one who denied your name …it was I…yes I…that drove the nails into your perfect hands with my sin. Please forgive me. All this I’ve done to your body, I cannot bear to think what I’ve done to your heart…to your soul…to you, the King of Kings. How could I have doubted your love Holy One? I’m so far away without you. I have felt nothing but cold since the day I took the wrong road in life. I remember when I was with the Holy Sprit I felt like I could die from the coldest storm but never be cold inside… how strong Your love. I did so many things wrong, too many to even mention, and yet you still love me. Lord, Majesty, Friend, you were there when I fell; you were there to lift me up. Christ…I never wanted to go that far into sin. So then onto my knees in prayer I shall go. I’m sorry. I need you. Forgive me. Thank you. Amen.

Signed, the Weakened Saint

© trent@kci.net