GOD I HATE TO CATCH THE FLU

An Original Poem by PHIL_413

January 23, 2011

God I hate to catch The Flu
Aching, sneezing, coughing, too.

I know The Devil is The Reason
That mankind suffers in every season.
And all the suffering of my life,
Is The Devil's fault, and all my strife.
He had no chance to be Most High
So he settled for The Father Of Lies.

But, there's another guy to blame.
No leaves will ever hide his shame.
One day I'll see him, just the same.
And all the pain he's caused all men,
Will be forgotten by us then.

Oh Adam, if you only knew,
How much we'd suffer because of you.
Why did you commit High Treason?
You must have thought you had a reason.
Such a terrible risk to take.
Such a horrible mistake to make.
Do you think you'd change your mind, my friend?
If you could do things over again?

And the Sin that courses through my veins
I owe to you Adam, My Father Of Pain.

If only you hadn't sold us out.
You'd still have a Perfect Pad, no doubt.
You could have just told Eve “Babe we’re through”
And retained your Perfect State, it's true.

But now This World The Devil commands
And only Christians will escape his hand.
The Devil in legal state does say
That Death will come for men each day.

But God my Father is my Shield
And by His Son’s stripes I was healed
For God, Our Father, filled with Love,
Made The Man to Rise Above
Jesus Our Lord, The Father's Son
And through Jesus Alone, The Victory Won.

And sin no longer takes my life.
I have peace with God, the end of strife.
I consider my flesh, and die it may.
But The Risen One comes back one day.
As King Of Kings, and Lord Of Lords
So All shall kneel before His Sword.

And all that Adam just gave away
The Mighty Son Of God takes back one day.
And while the First Man Adam sold my soul
The Second Man Adam made me whole
And gave me back more than The Devil stole

So, if you're listening, Oh Evil One
Then Tremble, for The Day Star comes.

Eternal Life for me is sure.
And my Father's Love, Holy, True, and Pure
Is all I have, and all I need.
For I'm Born Again of Incorruptible Seed.

And so I know, I’ll be living on The Day,
The Flu will be Forever Gone to stay.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Make. No. Mistake. The Devil. Shall get what's coming to him.

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