Twisting stories, making up lies,
Blurring spiritual vision, full of alibis.
Undermining authority and aimed to kill,
Leaving death in his wake, it's his thrill.
Trapping youth from freedom's song,
Taunting minds, "You don't belong."
Painting a picture to cover his tracks,
Using what's fake to contort the facts.
Crafting and hoping you sit in your shame,
Pointing his fingers that you're to blame.
Whispering tales of woven lies spun,
Pain is his gimmick, death is his fun.
Laughing as you fall, trip and stumble,
Waiting for your life to spiral or crumble.
Planning your destruction to the tee,
Mapping out to such precise degree.
Snickering at sin, his childish game,
How he forgets his temporary fame.
Suddenly blocked, his hands become tied,
Kept from action, stopped in his pride.
All the plans, in the beginning great and tall,
Surely will divide against themselves and fall.
The chains once secured upon sinner's souls,
To Jesus' power, no longer possessively controlled.
Free from bonds and purchased with a cost,
Delivered fom fears, all darkness is lost.
We're found wrapped tightly under God's wing,
Under His covering, warmth He brings.
Clothing the shame, mending our hearts,
Wiping away our tears, a brand new start.
The devil's devices shut down from success,
It's there he's met with many regrets.
Death is broken, sin will fade,
In Christ's image we will finally be made.
The glory and mercy of God rules the land,
His children victorious, righteously stand.
