Some text to an oh-so-cheerful hymn we sang in church last Sunday:
"Silence! Frenzied, unclean spirit," cried God's healing, Holy One.
"Cease your ranting! Flesh can't bear it. Flee as night before the sun."
At Christ's voice the demon trembled, from its victim madly rushed,
While the crowd that was assembled stood in wonder, stunned and hushed.
And here's my favorite, verse 2:
Christ, the demons are still thriving in the grey cells of the mind:
Tyrant voices, shrill and driving, twisted thoughts that grip and bind,
Doubts that stir the heart to panic, fears distorting reason's sight,
Guilt that makes our loving frantic, dreams that cloud the soul with fright.
And verse 3 is more cheerful about how Jesus can fix us.
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