One of my former instructors contacted me via Facebook earlier and shared with me a poem I'd written in 2000 that she'd just found. I'll share it with you.
Looking around from the pinnacle steep,
I saw a great field filled with many small sheep.
A voice said to me, “You may have all this and more,
If you’ll simply worship me on this high, rocky floor.”
I thought the thing through—and thought very well—
And decided this choice would land me in Hell.
Looking out from the pinnacle, the voice came again—
“I could make you the supreme ruler of men!
All would adore and answer only to you!”
But I did not want all of humanity to.
Then I thought of a fix that would fix him up nice—
“Sir,” said I, (and I never thought twice)
“You are insolent, intolerable, and filled with deceit!
Why, you just stood there and lied to me, straight through your teeth!
Tell me why I would want a field full of sheep.
Who do you think I am? Little Bo Peep!
And why would I want men to bow down to me?
Isn’t that why Christ died on the Tree?”
Then Satan just stood there with nothing to say
So, I said, “That’s all there is, so, I’ll be on my way!”
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