The Package

I was awakened in the morning by a knocking on the door
So I got up and went to see what all the knocking was for
There stood the devil with a box addressed to me
He said, "Boy, I got something here I think you ought to see."
I said, "I don't and I don't want it if it's anything from you
'Cause I hate everything you say and don't like anything you do."
But then he pointed with his finger and he smiled kind of sly
'Cause the package said "From God" in a corner way up high
So I said, "If it's from God then why'd he send it here by you?"
And he said, "Oh, you know he always
Sends me when there's dirty work to do
And this box is full of misery, poverty, and shame
To perfect you through your suffering 'til you're worthy of His name."
Well, I've been pretty patient but that last line just took the cake
I just couldn't take no more, I'd taken all that I could take
And so I told him what I thought of him and all his filthy lies
And then I fired the shot that got him right between the eyes
I told him, "Jesus took my sickness and my poverty away
You nailed Him to the cross yourself when you murdered Him that day
The suffering that I do would be for love, not for shame
I'm already worthy by His blood to wear His name."
And I know my Father loves me and has only good in store
So you just take your jive and get away from my front door
Then you can write my name on packages until I'm ninety-two
But every single one I'm sending back to hell with you
Go on, get out of here
I'm sick and tired