I had a battle fierce today,
Within my place of prayer;
I went to meet and talk with God,
But I found Satan there,
He whispered, "You can’t really pray,
You lost out long ago,
You might say words while on your knees,
But you can’t pray you know."
So then I pulled my helmet down,
Way down upon my ears,
And found it helped to still his voice,
And helped allay my fears.
I checked my other armour o’er,
My feet in peace were shod;
My loins with truth were girded round,
My sword the Word of God.
My righteous breastplate still was on,
My heart’s love to protect,
My shield of faith was all intact,
His fire darts to deflect.
My courage mounted up afresh,
I gripped anew my sword,
"O Satan, get behind" I cried,
"Oh Glory! Praise the Lord!"
Again his darts came thick and fast,
Faith quenched and put them out;
And while he raised a new attack,
I raised a victory shout.
I called on God in Jesus’ name,
I pled the precious blood,
While Satan sneaked away in shame,
I met and talked with God.
God bless