Poetry

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Satan, once again, had the Father's ear.
He was there to accuse the saints.
Once again, he had made it clear,
that he had a wide range of complaints.

God, Your people aren't doing too well.
All they do is argue and fuss and fight.
You should throw those ingrates into hell.
God just said, Satan, the Price was right.

Satan fumed, but not to be outdone,
his accusations flying higher than a kite.
When in strolled the High Priest, God's own Son.
I told you, Satan, the Price was right.

God's patience with Satan is growing thin.
Soon Heaven's halls, he will no longer blight.
To triumph over God's Lamb, he couldn't win.
Jesus paid our sin debt, and the Price was right.

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