Do you know
a devil? Have you encountered one, even two?
Some called
me sick, some called me slut, but Jesus called me Mary when seven devils I
knew.
Do you know
the torment I bore in the depths of my soul?
Do you know
what it feels like to have within your heart a vast, gaping hole?
Do you know
the feeling of being on Hell’s playground?
Do you know
what it feels like to walk into a room and whispers lash out all around?
Have you
known a devil? One or maybe two?
All rejected
me when seven devils I knew.
I forgot my
name. I didn’t know who I was.
I was what
they called me, right? Oh, how Hell had me in the grip of its claws!
This one
used me, and that one used me too.
Jesus loved
me when seven devils I knew.
Seven evil
voices, and they all hated me.
Seven
monsters with their hands in front of my eyes, I was blind! I couldn’t see!
Many people
had many names for me, the woman who knew Hell as her husband.
But Jesus
called me by name in the midst of the seven and right then He stunned them.
He made the
seven devils I knew come to know me.
I was not
sick. I was no slut. I was God’s daughter, Mary.
On the day
of His resurrection, He spoke to me first. I know it’s unbelievable, but it’s
true!
The King
that conquered death, Hell, and the grave came to the woman who seven devils
she knew!
He sent me,
the one who knew seven devils, to tell the disciples He had risen.
He sent me
to share the news of Freedom, the one who had been locked up in Hell’s prison!
He made me
the first preacher of the Resurrected Son. He sent me to declare, “All things
are made new!”
Yes. He sent
me, Mary, who seven devils I knew.
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