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I was awakened in the mornin' by a
knockin' on the door
So I got up and went to see what all
the knockin' was for
There stood the devil with a box
addressed to me
He said "Boy, I've got something
here I think you oughta see!"
I said, "I know that I don't want it
if it's anything from you
'Cause I hate everything you say and
don't like anything you do."
But then he pointed with his finger
and he smiled kinda sly
'Cause the package said "from God"
there in the corner, way up high
So I said, "If it's from God, then
why'd He send it here by you?"
He said, "He always send' me when
there's dirty work to do...
And this box is full of misery,
poverty and shame
To perfect you through your sufferin'
'til you're worthy of His Name
Well, I'd been pretty patient, but
that last line took the cake
I just couldn't take no more, I'd
taken all that I could take
So I told him what I thought of him
and all his filthy lies
Then I fired the shot that got him
right between the eyes
I told him "Jesus took my sickness
and my poverty away
You nailed it to the cross yourself
when you murdered Him that day
The suff'rin' that I do will be for
love-- not for shame
I'm already worthy by His blood to
wear His name
And I know my Father loves me and
has only good in store
So you just pack up all that jive
and get away from my front door
You can write my name on packages
until I'm ninety two
But every single one is going back
to hell with you"
"So you can pack it on up and get
down the road".
I said I know my Father loves
me and has only good in store
So you just pack up all that jive
and get away from my front door
You can write my name on packages
until I'm a hundred and thirty-two
But every single one is going back
to hell with you.
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