he's there but so are You.

he's there in my head,

I can't even lie down in bed. 

he knows my weaknesses,

but also my strengths,

because one gives him false hope

and the other distress.

he loves to falsely accuse,

and oh how many hearts he has badly bruised.  

I often become discouraged when I think on this,

and I know I am so frequently a victim of his tricks. 

he loves to be there in everything I do,

but then, so do You. 

You know my every thought,

and with that so much comfort can be brought. 

You are holding my hand with every step I take,

even when You know how easy my faith is to break. 

You could love a wretch like me,

I don't even understand because what in me could You possibly see?

but there You are, nonetheless,

oh, my Lord, how wonderful You are, I shall confess!



~A~