Lord help! The foe my thinking thwarts
Thwart him… who on the sly misleads

Mislead him when his darts he casts
Cast out… his lies disheartening me

Dishearten him from using me
Use him… to draw me close to Thee

Draw him from causing sabotage
And sabotage… by love, his scheme

Lord, in this land of dangers strange – From angel bands who wait to help

From helpers who fell not from grace – You’ve graced me with my guardian dear

With dear Saint Michael, fair and bold – Emboldening by His careful gaze

That gaze, and Yours, upon my heart
Will hearten me to raise my cross

Lord, cross Your fearless thoughts with mine
Remind me of that tomb-sprung Hope

The Hope that nothing can debunk…
Defuncting doubt…
Compounding joy…
Deployed in souls where Faith and Love elope