Keep Your Eyes On the Prize

My dear friends, bow not to the "father of lies" He prowls as a lion...only in disguise Waiting so patiently; hour by hour Seeking the straying sheep he'll next devour He licks his vile lips in anticipation Hungering for the fallen of creation Dripping as honey, one slathering falsehood Can slide down as easily as the truth would But soon in our sickness, we weaken and die We curse at the heavens as we wonder why We've eaten of evil for too many years And fatally deconstruct from our own fears Let us not give one more days' satisfaction Instead let us purposely spring into action We'll tackle that liar with Truth from our Father And let Satan know that he just needn't bother Even within a most imperfect world We're stronger than anything that he can hurl For weaker is he that would see our joy die And greater the One who will come, by and by To take home His children that stand 'til the last That day, at His feet, our golden crowns we'll cast As He wraps us up lovingly in His embrace We shall weep with joy when we meet face to face So, dear friends, bow not to the "father of lies" Just fight the good fight, keep your eyes on the prize