One peaceful afternoon I picked up from my mailbox
The strangest looking letter I'd ever seen
A chilling little envelope bordered with flying bats
And serpents whose eyes were tinted green.
The letter was addressed to me so as I opened it I froze
What I read turned my complexion three shades of blue
It said, 'My name is Isaac Horowitz
I'm a male witch, a warlock
And I feel I need to spend some time with you
Now as a Christian from a little church with God's call on my life
A man of faith and power with a challenge to grow
I did what any saint would do in my situation
I tore it up said, 'Lord, no way I'm gonna go
Then gently and methodically the Holy Spirit spoke
And reminded me we're God's voice to our nation
It's the church's responsibility to witness
So reluctantly I accepted this witch's invitation
He had the house you'd expect
The old English cottage, a 'Nightmare on Elm Street
Special right to the core, the overgrown ivy
The gate that creaked when opened
Somehow you'd expect Freddy to answer this door
The doorbell rang, a hollow gong
The knob twisted then opened
And Isaac stood before me with a grin
His jet black hair and well trimmed beard flowed
With his black silk clothes
My skin crawled as he said, 'Please come on in
His house was filled with every occultic symbol you could fathom
Hanging pentagrams and horoscope signs
A Ouija board and dungeons and dragons game
Set on the table, a crystal ball with an incandescent shine
Then graciously he handed me some steaming herbal tea
Its presence caused my memory to jog...
I thought of every horror flick I'd seen
When I was a kid and thought
If you drink this stuff next day you'll be a frog
Then he led me to a high backed chair as he meticulously
Began to unfold his scenario with evil patience
I was given a giant leather bound book jammed
With newspaper clipping, thus the reason for this witch's invitation
With eagerness he pointed to each article with pride
He said, 'I healed this woman through a Babylonian chant
See this man, I cured him while performing druid worship
I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt
On and on, page after page, delightfully he flaunted each incident
For an hour without a breath
He said, 'Do you realize through my understanding
Of the dark regions that I can make you rich
Or even curse someone to death?
I sat literally intimidated by the immensity
In demon power while his face shone
With a satanic arrogant bliss
Then placing his hands on the arms of my chair
And leaning into my face he said
What can your God do to compete with this?
I knew then how Moses felt
How when his rod turned to a serpent
And the three Egyptian magicians did the same
It's as if you're sitting there in that stunned moment
While your faith get violated
And all you feel is weak, powerless and lame
I desperately and deeply prayed saying
Jesus give me wisdom
I don't want to put you through some foolish test
Then a shaft of light shot through my soul
Lighting my eyes with fire
God stood me up and I threw the book back in his chest
I said 'Isaac, I'll not compare God's miracles versus Satan's
The issue's not God's kingdom and Satan's lair
The real comparison is the condition of your soul
And the condition of mine, and you puppet of the devil
That I will compare. My friend, one day they're coming for you
The soft associates in your incantations
The friendly demons you think you now control
The time will come when you'll be lying in bed wheezing
Like a dying animal and those spirits lay claim
To the rights they own to your soul
Then the room will grow dark
And the most hideous evil faces will come
Flaming out of the floor with a yell!
The vile informants that promised reincarnation
Will claw your spirit and victoriously drag your soul to hell!
Then I grabbed the book and said
In that moment which mantra
Which incantation you gonna chant to tell them
To leave you alone? My friend
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt
What I would say...
I'm bought with the blood of Jesus!
Let me go!
I said, 'Isaac, when you tossed that book in my lap
You gloated with a sinister victory
You rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white
Now I rejoice, but not that your counsel of demons
Are subject to Jesus, but that my name is written
In the Lamb's Book of Life!
Then Isaac jumped up from his chair and screamed
You must leave now!
I said, 'I will, but one last obligation
Next time think twice before you rumble
With a man of God!!!
And by the way thanks for your.. uhh...
Witch's invitation
