The Gripping Fear

I was there one night
Feeling ever so light
I went to sleep
And I saw it in a bleep
Up on the wall it was
Now I don’t understand the cause
But I felt a dark chill
Darker than the nights will
It dropped down suddenly
And bounced up and down sullenly
At that moment I was gripped
With fear like a poison-tipped
Spear gripping a fat pig
I layed there helpless as a fig
And whispered Jesus’ name
The demon fled like a twig on a flame
That is what I did and do
Every time I’m gripped with fear
I whisper Jesus’ name to win Him some fame