Sifted Like Wheat
You are under attack, whether you know it or not
Knowing all you lack, wanting the rest of you to rot
Everywhere you look and in everything you turn to
He is a crook, not about to say he's going to rob you
He is in your own home if you have never told him to leave
There's no place he can't roam in so making others grieve
He's out to steal your very soul, is that so strange to hear
It's much easier to cajole when you don't see things clear
he'll even harden your heart for that is the most important part
Long ago it got its start look at us now we've become so tart
This is not just some game or some race that we may run
This is about our shame being forgiven by God's only Son
he knows all that very well but he doesn't want you to see
he wants you in hell because he doesn't want you to be free
There is only one cure, He's right there hanging on the cross
Our Lord and our Savior, I pity all those who would just toss
And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:
Luke 22:31
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