Like A Spider Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Like a spider on its silky thread
A lion with its prey
The devil stalks the walking dead
His demons lead astray

So seems the nature of things
Nights when shadows creep
Evil appears on eagle wings
While the church is asleep

Countless souls the devil’s won
Bound tight in chains of lust
Now less and less seek out God’s Son
While faith just gathers dust

The church must help God’s children live
As soldiers of The Lord
Take through Christ the initiative
Together with the sword

Take command of each situation
Still wary of the foe
Take back our shameful nation
And see God’s power flow

For will The Lord not stand us by
When faith we take to hand
While His creatures fail, fall and die
Throughout each blessed land

We can’t allow these things my friend
Together as one man
Arise and shine and put an end
To each demonic plan

United through The Holy Ghost
In harmony above
Bring defeat on the filthy host
In Jesus’ strength and love