Flax On Fire

Are arrows of afflictions aiming your soul? Swaying you away from life’s goal Are the armies of Satan attacking your fort? With arms and ammunition of varied sort Do problems crush like a twirling climber? Sap your strength rushing ahead as a runner Suppress you having clung for support Alarmed, are you looking at their progress report In vain, do you turn right and left Seeking place to hide even in a cleft Then seek help through prayer with hope By Holy Spirit’s power even when you grope The Lord is the Spirit, you must always know And where the Spirit of the Lord is, acts are not slow Immediately there is liberty found Arising from where there seems no ground Like the new ropes used by Philistines To bind Samson one among the Nazerines Satan could have bound you tight Threatening and harping over his might Plead for the Holy Spirit during the fight He will defend and prove you right And set the new ropes like flax on fire Crushing the armies of that fallen liar