The devil's beatitudes

[SavedToServe]

The devil's beatitudes

 

 

Blessed are those who are too tired,

busy or disorganised to meet with

fellow Christians on Sundays each week

They are my best workers

 

Blessed are those who enjoy noticing

the mannerisms of clergy and choir

Their hearts are not in it

 

Blessed are those Christians who wait

to be asked and expect to be thanked

I can use them

 

Blessed are the touchy

with a bit of luck they may even stop

going to Church

They are my missionaries

 

Blessed are those who claim to love God

at the same time as hating people

They are mine forever

 

Blessed are the troublemakers

They shall be called my children

 

Blessed are those who have no time to pray

They are easy pray for me

 

Blessed are you when you read or hear this and

think it is about others and

not about yourself

I’ve got you.

 

                                                                                              

 By John Stowell

[C_Beth]

That makes you think... 

[HAZARD]

The Devils last Song.

Long ago I planned in my passing pride,

That to-day I would reign as king.

But where is my kingdom, where is my crown?

Is the bitter song I sing.

What joy have I won through my evil designs?

What peace in my soul wrecking plan?

I hoped to conquer both Heaven and Hell,

But I have won nothing more than man.

I can see above, o'er the bridgeless gulf.

The glorified Heaven lit strand.

My chains make me feel the double disgrace,

As I crouch 'neath the Infinite Hand.

Where are my princes, my legions of dupes,

And millions of souls I have won?

My pains and my chains are greater by far,

Because of the deeds I have done.

All my plans and my schemes in a thousand ways,

Like bubbles are blown out of sight;

My fancies and hopes like a passing dream

Are covered by shadows of night.

Come on, all ye dupes, ye millions of men,

Who heeded my wishes like fools;

Take your share for aye of the galling chains,

Under Him who in triumph rules.

You have lived and died for my noble cause,

Your eternal souls are certainly marred;

You shall see no more than glimpses of light

Of Heaven, from which you are barred.

The fling all your hopes, my friends, to the winds,

As the echo of sadness replies,

You will feel henceforth the deeper degrees,

Of the Hell which beneath us lies.

 

 

 

[missmuffet]

I ignore anything about Satan. I give him no power. And that includes thinking about him. My focus is always on Christ.

[Guest BacKaran]

These are better known as the hellitudes.