Roomie Poem by S. I. Rednow

Was a knock at the door, I opened my heart
It's the Lord so I asked Him in
But He wouldn't come in, He said look around
Seems everything's covered in sin

The devil's my roomie, that's why it looks bad
Not allowed to bring my own stuff
God said I can remodel, give Me a chance
‘Cause your roomie isn't that tough

The motif was anger, the color was fear
A décor that made it look dark
I said he won't allow things he didn't approve
God said fine, I know where to start

I'll repaint the anger, I'll take out the fear
And this carpet so stained with doubt
I said thank you for that, I almost forgot
Those were tears, they wouldn't come out

There's a bookcase of lies, holds nothing that's true
I'll need help to carry each shelf
It's old and it's heavy, it's loaded with sin
Satan loved it, built it himself


If not for You Lord I'd be stuck in this place
Frustration I just couldn't quell
It appears all the things to make my life easy
They were leading me straight into hell

God disposed of the envy, tossed out the greed
We each took an end of the hate
Now there's light in my heart, my future looks bright
No carpets left needing to shake

So now that we're finished, there's no more to do
The Lord threw out everything marred
When Satan came home now what did he find
His possessions all over the yard

I asked God to move in and gave Him a key
Thankful my heart was convicted
Now locks have been changed and the devil left mad
This wasn't his first time evicted