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

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

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

And draw him from my sabotage
Then sabotage… his schemes for me

But please, I might be bold to plead…

Your Might, besides defense, I’ll need

Not all Your angels fell from grace!
So grace me through my guardian’s glance

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

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

The Hope that nothing can debunk…
Defuncting doubt…
Compounding peace…
That easy yoke of pain with Love eloped