The Guest
by Dalene West Tuesday 13th
January 2009.
From the dawn of creation when
Satan was an angel of light
With glistening robes, torch held high
He lightened the darkest night.
He turned to God his heart aglow
And smiling jaws stretched wide
“Equal we are in power God”
His chest puffed up in PRIDE.
“Lucifer that is quite enough”
Said God “Get out of my garden!
Leave right now, take all your stuff
Unless you seek my pardon!”
“Beg your pardon?” jeered the beast
His face had gone transformed
Archangel
to a writhing snake
Who’d not be outperformed.
“Drive me from these pearly gates;
And I’ll turn all hearts to evil
With mother nature at my side,
Down to the blackest weevil”
Then from that time right up till when
Jesus was placed on earth
He spewed, he writhed he did not like
The sound of the baby’s birth…
He pursued him till the time was ripe
Tormented him, spat and plotted
Into the desert, he followed Christ
Hissing “thisss, could be yoursss allotted!”
Christ Jesus turned around and said
“Be gone, this is not yours -
The choicest wages are with God”
But Satan sharpened his claws.
“Your life will be mine, all mine!”
Hissed he, in the garden
of Gethsemane
As Jesus prayed, with trembling hands
“Abba God, take this cup from me”.
Satan turned towards the heavens
His laughter shrill and high
“We’ll see about your greatness now”
He shrieked out to the sky.
As God looked on his dying child
He sent the daylight to the west
And turning to the baffled beast
He simply uttered “Be my guest…”