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He Cannot Hurt Me Now
by Myrtle Poor
Sunday, November 09, 2008
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Satan comes at us in many ways. He is like a pesky little gnat where we constantly have to brush him out of our face. He can only do to us what we allow him to do. When I finally figured that out things became much better for me. Now I speak only positive things if I can and when he come at to much I boot him out with the scriptures from the word of God. Try it is works.

HE CANNOT HURT ME NOW

By Myrtle Poor (c)

So many are hurting,

In these last end-time days,

For Satan comes at us

In so many different ways.

He takes a mighty chisel

And he chisels us away.

Piece by little piece

HE chisels us all day.

He hits us when we are weakest

And he jabs us when we're sad

Now I am really tired of it,

He really makes me mad.

I plead the blood of Jesus

Upon his ugly head.

Now he cannot hurt me

For he is the same as dead.

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Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle	11/9/2008

The unique way of looking at it is people should wipe off Satan from their lives and flush down the toilet bowl and out of their consciousness forever.God provides the toilet paper and all we have to do is use it to wipe off the devil from the cracks of our backsides.I enjoy this poem,take care Edwin




Reviewed by Rose Rideout	11/9/2008

Wonderful words Myrtle. I have always told my children as they were growing up, if they went to do something and wondered how I would react or how much trouble they were going to get into then they needed to know that was satan up to his wicket ways of making them do wrong. They grew up pretty good kids. Thank you for sharing. Newfie Hugs, Rose




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	11/9/2008

I try to do the same, and you're right: Satan IS like a pesky, pesty fly; he'll do anything to bring us down. I battle with him very day, but I know MY God is STRONGER!! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D Great writing, Myrtle!

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