"Silence!" said the demon to the other
As they circled
The Young boy is trying to think
The final thoughts course through his mind
even now as we speak.
"No!" the other cried, "I want him now, let's pick this fruit wiles it's ripe!"
They faced each other and smiled
"Let's wait a little while, he's ours, let's take our time."
Donald felt a chill crawling up
And down his spine, like a once warm
Vein gone cold
He could feel an icy breeze
But no wind was shaking the trees
From where the breeze came
Donald did not know
So he tried to shake the cold
Thinking back an hour ago
To a decision that he had made:
There would be no Christ in his precious little life
This decision he would take beyond his grave
The world went black
Donald couldn't breath and his face turned a sickening blue
Grasping for sight
He saw something in the night
And around him two images flew
Slowly getting clearer he could see them getting nearer
Donald screaming as they spat
in his face: "Welcome to hell
We'll be with you shortly for now, the abiding place..."
There is more to the story
But really don't you worry
Donald's fate is surely sealed
He chose to stand alone
To stand upon his own
But now the truth he'll find too real
You see we all have to choose
You follow God or follow you
Donald chose to chase his pleasures
From the start
To ride atop the world, no help, no God
Just Him, but the ride was cut short
By a speeding car
Anyone else want a ride?
As they circled
The Young boy is trying to think
The final thoughts course through his mind
even now as we speak.
"No!" the other cried, "I want him now, let's pick this fruit wiles it's ripe!"
They faced each other and smiled
"Let's wait a little while, he's ours, let's take our time."
Donald felt a chill crawling up
And down his spine, like a once warm
Vein gone cold
He could feel an icy breeze
But no wind was shaking the trees
From where the breeze came
Donald did not know
So he tried to shake the cold
Thinking back an hour ago
To a decision that he had made:
There would be no Christ in his precious little life
This decision he would take beyond his grave
The world went black
Donald couldn't breath and his face turned a sickening blue
Grasping for sight
He saw something in the night
And around him two images flew
Slowly getting clearer he could see them getting nearer
Donald screaming as they spat
in his face: "Welcome to hell
We'll be with you shortly for now, the abiding place..."
There is more to the story
But really don't you worry
Donald's fate is surely sealed
He chose to stand alone
To stand upon his own
But now the truth he'll find too real
You see we all have to choose
You follow God or follow you
Donald chose to chase his pleasures
From the start
To ride atop the world, no help, no God
Just Him, but the ride was cut short
By a speeding car
Anyone else want a ride?