Even if my conduct
Is upright, without blame.
I still must be prepared
For I’m the target of one’s aim.
For lurking in the shadows
And prowling in the cover,
My soul has an enemy
Who hates me like no other.
He slips into my conscious
Through my eyes and ears.
And patiently examines
All my weakness and my fears.
He plants deadly half-truths
That are really lies and deceit.
Destruction is his goal,
Either public or discreet.
But my enemy has an enemy
Far more powerful than he.
Who seeks to be my Savior
If only I choose to believe.
His Word uproots the lies,
And sows truth with agape love.
Despite my disbelief,
His amazing grace is enough.
To become my rock and fortress,
And be my firm foundation.
To pay the price for all my sin
At the cross, for my salvation.
Eternal praise I will give Him.
In blindness, He made me see.
That Jesus is the truth
The Victor of my enemy.