THE DEVIL'S TREE
Christmas came the other day
And sat down next to me
Saying, 'Come on son, have some fun
make an idol of a tree.
'Don't worry about what God might say,
enjoy yourself, have a laugh
be like that fool called Aaron -
who built that golden calf.
'After all the Christian Church
has been cutting trees for years;
and putting up the mistletoe -
those silly little dears.
'So don't worry about what God might say
for I've deceived them all you know;
so come along and do the same -
why don't you have a go ?'
I replied to Christmas in this way
'I will not heed your Bell;
I have no idol; Yeshua is Lord -
of Him I love to tell.
'So you can burn your Christmas trees
in that lake's eternal fire;
for I perceive by God's Logos -
you are Satan and you're a liar.'
'The customs of the people are vain'
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