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 schemes
Lord, in this land of dangers strange – from angels friendly I need help
Not all Your helpers fell from grace – You’ve graced me with my guardian dear
Plus dear Saint Michael, armed and bold – Embold’ning with His watchful 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
Rhymes for the Rejoiceful 