ATTACK

[verseode]

          
            


      The hand of satan hovers near
      Poised to strike with dread and fear
      Knows which button he will press
      To bring confusion, cause distress
      Likes to pounce when things go well
      Pulls you back towards his hell
      The road is narrow, off you fall
      Cut off from The Fathers call
      Like a spring that’s tightly wound
      Like a chain that’s tightly bound
      Tightly woven, let’s confess
      You’ve turned into a total mess
      
      Convinced that God has let you go
      You have no strength to overthrow
      The clinging cloak that’s stifling you
      Self worth sagging, feeling blue
      Are you going down the drain?
      Is there hope in all your pain?
      Remember Jesus, He’s your friend
      Has the power to save and mend
      See the love upon His face
      Full of splendour, full of grace.