Witch's Invitation

One peaceful afternoon I picked up from my mailbox

The strangest looking letter I'd ever seen

A chilling little envelope bordered with flying bats

And serpents whose eyes were tinted green.

The letter was addressed to me so as I opened it I froze

What I read turned my complexion three shades of blue

It said, 'My name is Isaac Horowitz

I'm a male witch, a warlock

And I feel I need to spend some time with you

Now as a Christian from a little church with God's call on my life

A man of faith and power with a challenge to grow

I did what any saint would do in my situation

I tore it up said, 'Lord, no way I'm gonna go

Then gently and methodically the Holy Spirit spoke

And reminded me we're God's voice to our nation

It's the church's responsibility to witness

So reluctantly I accepted this witch's invitation

He had the house you'd expect

The old English cottage, a 'Nightmare on Elm Street

Special right to the core, the overgrown ivy

The gate that creaked when opened

Somehow you'd expect Freddy to answer this door

The doorbell rang, a hollow gong

The knob twisted then opened

And Isaac stood before me with a grin

His jet black hair and well trimmed beard flowed

With his black silk clothes

My skin crawled as he said, 'Please come on in

His house was filled with every occultic symbol you could fathom

Hanging pentagrams and horoscope signs

A Ouija board and dungeons and dragons game

Set on the table, a crystal ball with an incandescent shine

Then graciously he handed me some steaming herbal tea

Its presence caused my memory to jog...

I thought of every horror flick I'd seen

When I was a kid and thought

If you drink this stuff next day you'll be a frog

Then he led me to a high backed chair as he meticulously

Began to unfold his scenario with evil patience

I was given a giant leather bound book jammed

With newspaper clipping, thus the reason for this witch's invitation

With eagerness he pointed to each article with pride

He said, 'I healed this woman through a Babylonian chant

See this man, I cured him while performing druid worship

I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt

On and on, page after page, delightfully he flaunted each incident

For an hour without a breath

He said, 'Do you realize through my understanding

Of the dark regions that I can make you rich

Or even curse someone to death?

I sat literally intimidated by the immensity

In demon power while his face shone

With a satanic arrogant bliss

Then placing his hands on the arms of my chair

And leaning into my face he said

What can your God do to compete with this?

I knew then how Moses felt

How when his rod turned to a serpent

And the three Egyptian magicians did the same

It's as if you're sitting there in that stunned moment

While your faith get violated

And all you feel is weak, powerless and lame

I desperately and deeply prayed saying

Jesus give me wisdom

I don't want to put you through some foolish test

Then a shaft of light shot through my soul

Lighting my eyes with fire

God stood me up and I threw the book back in his chest

I said 'Isaac, I'll not compare God's miracles versus Satan's

The issue's not God's kingdom and Satan's lair

The real comparison is the condition of your soul

And the condition of mine, and you puppet of the devil

That I will compare. My friend, one day they're coming for you

The soft associates in your incantations

The friendly demons you think you now control

The time will come when you'll be lying in bed wheezing

Like a dying animal and those spirits lay claim

To the rights they own to your soul

Then the room will grow dark

And the most hideous evil faces will come

Flaming out of the floor with a yell!

The vile informants that promised reincarnation

Will claw your spirit and victoriously drag your soul to hell!

Then I grabbed the book and said

In that moment which mantra

Which incantation you gonna chant to tell them

To leave you alone? My friend

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt

What I would say...

I'm bought with the blood of Jesus!

Let me go!

I said, 'Isaac, when you tossed that book in my lap

You gloated with a sinister victory

You rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white

Now I rejoice, but not that your counsel of demons

Are subject to Jesus, but that my name is written

In the Lamb's Book of Life!

Then Isaac jumped up from his chair and screamed

You must leave now!

I said, 'I will, but one last obligation

Next time think twice before you rumble

With a man of God!!!

And by the way thanks for your.. uhh...

Witch's invitation