I need someone to help me
I need someone to save me.
The devil's in my head,
He is trying to enslave me.
Who can I turn to?
Who's going to listen?
I try to ignore him
But I can’t seem to resist him.

Somewhere I heard about
A glorious savior
Who, if I give my life to Him,
Might change my behavior.
They say he is the sacred Son
Of an all loving Father.
Sent to die for my sins
Then become my adopter.

And then I hear a voice say,
"Don’t believe this hype.
This God isn’t real.
He’s a myth, an archetype.
"Come on", says the voice,
"How could this be true?
Why would this God
Send His son to die for you?
Why would he do that?
What favor have you accrued?
No one, let alone a God,
Would let his Son die for you."

Please, now I’m begging,
Don’t let me slip away.
I want to believe what I heard
But I can’t ignore what they say.

Then a different voice:
“Stop crying, dry your tears.
You know not who you are,
With your silly little fears.
You’re a child of the Most High God,
Get on your knees, your Father’s here!
Show Him due respect
With proper awe and trembling fear.
For He created everything,
The entire universe.
The air you breathe, the earth you walk,
And all that they transverse.”

“You’re a slave to no one
Kick that notion to the curb.
The motive of that voice,
Is to distress and disturb.
You can turn to God
Any time anywhere,
Ask Him for his help,
Cast on Him your every care.”
“If you submit your life to Him,
He will indeed make you free.
So grow your faith to spite the devil,
Then relax and watch him flee."

© Linda Troxell