Satan Comes Knocking

Satan came a knocking

He was knocking at my door,

I knew the sound of his knock

He had done so oft before.

Not once or twice or thrice

For he was quite insistent

That I should open my door

And stop my accustomed resistance.

Yes often he would come

In all sorts of forms and fashion,

To tempt me was his desire

To get me to yield was his passion.

Sometimes I eased the door open

To get a little peep

Then shut it back in a hurry

Before in my door he could creep.

Sometimes he’d wear me down

And I would leave the door ajar

But before he could enter

I would push across the bar.

Eventually it became a game

Somewhat like cat and mouse,

He would just come a knocking

Asking to enter my house.

This particular day in question

He came a knocking as usual,

He had planned in great detail

In case there was another refusal.

I was just sitting doing nothing

When I heard his first attempt,

I quickly put it out of my head

For to yield was not my bent.

The knocking became louder

It began to stir my heart,

“Just a little taste of what he offered

And then bid him to depart.”

  

Such was my initial thought

“No harm in a little taste.”

After all it was not my intention

To give him a prominent place.

“What’s wrong with a little fun?

It’s just a cat and mouse game,

I am sure I’ll be the winner

And Satan will limp away lame.”

This was just what he wanted

Enough to keep me engaged

In this battle he was waging

He was well placed at this stage.

Yes I was losing ground

I had played around too long

Now Satan was moving ahead,

In a while he’d mow me down.

I pushed the door wide open

And he simply barged right in,

My guard slipped and I was trapped

I had committed sin.

There was no heinous laugh

As some would want you believe

Just a mere nod and “I’ll be back,

Next time better you will receive.”

Satan is a master at what he does

He uses a variety of knocks,

His approaches though basically the same

Are designed to get past your blocks.

On your own he’ll eat you up

Just like the proverbial cat and mouse,

Keep your door securely locked

Don’t let him into your house.

Let me finish this episode

For really the narrative does not end,

Satan just knocks and knocks again

He can drive you round the bend.

That’s not the only time I’ve erred

And opened the door to him

But each time I’ve called on the Saviour

And repented of my sin.

I confess I am getting better

Though Satan’s knocking still persists,

I am drawing closer to my Lord

And learning how to resist.

I’m learning to spot the red flags

And differentiate between the knocks

And when slew foot comes a calling

I run to my Saviour, the Rock.

For our sin Jesus died on Calvary

But now he is alive forever more

So when Satan comes a knocking

Let Jesus answer the door.

Stewart Russell © October 2017