Attack

 

ATTACK

The hand of satan hovers near

Poised to strike with dread and fear

Knows which button he will press

To bring confusion, cause distress

Likes to pounce when things go well

Pulls you back towards his hell

The road is narrow, off you fall

Cut off from The Fathers call

Like a spring that’s tightly wound

Like a chain that’s tightly bound

Tightly woven, let’s confess

You’ve turned into a total mess

Convinced that God has let you go

You have no strength to overthrow

The clinging cloak that’s stifling you

Self worth sagging, feeling blue

Are you going down the drain?

Is there hope in all your pain?

Remember Jesus, He’s your friend

Has the power to save and mend

See the love upon His face

Full of splendour, full of grace.