1984

Back in 1984, George called on me and he said,

“Credit and almighty God with everything you see, oh boy”

“If a spirit will rest with you, well let it breath, boy”

“It’s how you life behind your walls that determines everything”

Don’t play with the Devil 

And pray with the masses 

Or you just might get burned

Once you strike up those matches

Don’t strike up those matches

Don’t play with the Devil 

And pray with the masses 

Or you just might get burned

Once you strike up those matches

Don’t strike up those matches

Rain fell down from the sky and a haze surrounded me

White light filled up my eyes and there came a calming breeze, Oh Lord

My mind was ripe. Right then I knew. What he said I’d see, or well he said to me, 

“You might walk with these crowds, but you’ll do as they please”

Don’t play with the Devil 

And pray with the masses 

Or you just might get burned

Once you strike up those matches

Don’t strike up those matches

Don’t play with the Devil 

And pray with the masses 

Or you just might get burned

Once you strike up those matches

Don’t strike those two matches

I heard a verse from Mathew 7 resonate in me and it resurrected me. 

Still I dropped down on my knees. Oh Lord, thou shall not judge

Or measure thine own soul. For wide is the gate, narrow the road 

The words you’ve spoke, they’ll take their tole

Don’t play with the Devil 

And pray with the masses 

Or you just might get burned

Once you strike up those matches

Don’t strike up those matches

Don’t play with the Devil 

And pray with the masses 

Or you just might get burned

Once you strike up those matches

Don’t strike those two matches

If you strike up those matches

Don’t strike up those matches