The devil’s hand is never still
He’s ever on the move
He’ll steal he’ll cheat he’ll seek to kill
As all the world can prove
We all have failed and fallen short
We’ve all been Satan’s whore
We all have doubted Christ’s report
And closed to Him our door
When ignorant of godly fear
Through doubt and selfish heart
The truth reveals us crystal clear
From life we’ll take no part
With Satan’s ploys there’s nothing new
He’s practiced them many a year
Seeking to fowl the chosen few
With every trap and snare
There’s no great need for him to run
There’s always some who fall
He failed to get The Father’s Son
But now its whom He’ll call
Its in our mind the fight begins
The battle for our soul
He’d fill our hearts with countless sins
Achieving thus his goal
We need to stop him at the start
Hinder his evil flow
Before he can infest our heart
Before he strikes a blow
Impossible for flesh and bone
We need The Morning Star
Relying on The Lord alone
We’ll win life’s fight by far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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