Last Night I Fought With the Devil
The devil is a cunning and deceitful being
He plays on your weakness like a guitar string
He hides around the corner, sees when you come unglue
Then at you he comes smiling, saying, this one’s through
Now listen! Sometimes he gets you and have his way
But sometimes you fight, determined, I won’t sway
Last night he rose up like a lion and stood in my face
I stepped up, shoulders squared, a child of God’s grace
Stand back old Satan, from me get thee hence
I won’t retreat, I won’t surrender, stay on your side of the fence
I call on the Holy Spirit for divine intervention
Arms were stretched wide for a fallen child prevention
Don’t mess with me, old Satan, I have lots of clout
Stick with me, I’ll tell you what it’s all about
You see, Christ died for me and saved me from hell
I am now His redeemed child, my soul I cannot sell
Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2011
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