There isn't a thing that I can do,
A Christian was heard to confess.
I have no talent to sing nor to play,
And I can't preach and pray like the rest.

I go to church and do nothing,
But listen and get in the way.
But I get so lonesome when I don't go,
I just can't stay away.

You're wrong, came the voice of Satan,
You're doing quite well here for me.
I've noticed how well you're progressing,
I'm really as pleased as can be.

I don't work for you, the Christian denied.
You're cruel, vicious and mean.
I know you're out to make trouble,
You'll not use me in your scheme.

I've used you to spread great confusion,
Said Satan, with a sly smirk.
Are you unaware of the power of the tongue?
You are well qualified for my work.

The people blamed me for splitting the church,
But let’s give each devil his due.
It was you, not I, that did the work,
And the credit should all go to you.

Remember the rumor you spread last month?
And the fantastic results it had?
Some members immediately quit the church.
And the whole congregation feels bad.

A word is a thought put in action,
The power that gives birth to thought.
This agent can become a destructive power,
That causes great wars to be fought.

Christ was Yah's thought put into action,
The true word of life manifest.
Activated by Yah's love and compassion,
His universe to bless.

Mildred Eslick Garner