The devil now is on the march,
To find some soul to blight;
His march continues day by day,
And throughout all the night.
The King of kings also my dear,
Upon His white horse rides;
To spread the gospel, pure and good,
Of God who satisfies.
Man is a creature who may choose,
Which master to adore;
And when his choice shall have been made,
He then begins his score.
If righteousness shall be his lot,
Like leaven he will find;
A lift to boost the whole of life,
The body, soul and mind.
If sin shall be his choice, my dear,
Then unto him be woe;
For it is true that he shall reap,
The things which he shall sow.
And when he comes to cross the bar.
How dark and dreary then;
For he shall be forever damned,
His final score in sin.
~ J. J. Davis ~
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