Lord, keep my foot from Satan’s snare,
Be it subtle whisper or brazen dare;
Repulse him with the Word’s reply,
That written power to make him fly.
Within the heart, the true desires
By fleshly gifts are led astray;
Of worldly games it quickly tires,
Unsatisfied, it turns away.
Remind me, Lord, when liars entice,
That only you can fill my need;
On bread above my soul must feed,
Your presence every hour suffice.
amen