God gave his son to set man free,
He warns in keeps the ones that mind,
So read your Bible, friend and see,
It's, Satan that has sought to blind.

He threw the challenge, God don't care,
It was a lie, but Satan's snare,
A proof was in the garden there.
A proof that every one could share.

He loves and keeps the ones that mind,
They are the apple of his eye.
And Satan’s words, were so, unkind,
So ghastly horrid was his lie.

Not only does he love, but keep;
For them he holds supreme regard;
He hears the troubled souls that weep,
And pities those that sin has marred.

Let's turn the apple trap around,
He took an apple that he stole;
Love, made the apple, he had found;
But war and hate was not, Gods, role.

Why did our parents later die?
Which spirit cared for them the most?
It was because of Satan's lie,
That all the wicked have to roast.

God, knew better, then you or I,
Lucifer's reign must have an end.
All rebel souls, must have to die.
No, devil, really, is your friend.

God, hears no more his vain complaints,
He'll chew no rag, around God’s throne,
He'd ripped his britches with the saints;
They knew the mercy he had shown.

It's Satan that has sought to blind,
Yet Sampson found some honey there,
It's pride that does not want to mind,
But God knows how to clean the lair.

It's mighty sweet, when heavens prince,
Brings forth a riddle at the feast;
He's proof, that mortals, will convince;
That he has slain, the king of beasts.

H. E. Crane