Unexpected Guest

A stranger sat down in the booth beside me,
But his face I could hardly see.
His tone of voice remained calm to a note,
Then his speech seemed to gloat.
At first I thought he came here to repent his evil ways,
But instead he proudly spewed all the evil he had done in his days.
The one to bring down a third of the angles to worship his pride,
The one that cast humans in to suffering because he lied.
The one to call Jesus to do what he must,
The one that lacked love and any trust.
With a glint in his eye and smile on his face,
I felt ill and sickened by his benevolent grace.
He spoke of humanity like candy and thrill,
Betting everything on free will.
Setting up the stage for us all,
Only to be delighted when we fall.
Souls of many that have gone the wrong way,
Fall to his hunger as hellish prey.
In close he opened the box that set us apart,
Looked into my eyes and asked what's in your heart.
I praised the Father son and Holy Ghost,
And allowed myself to tell him of his host.
I told him there was time to repent and make good with life,
He said he would die in evil by blade or knife.
I have done what I think is right he said,
And I will not be a servant, hell I rather be dead.
And that is what you really might be,
For with out God your soul will not be free.
He spat at me and then smiled in jest,
Thank you oh humble priest for being a gracious guest.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004