He twists the truth with ease and style
To tell a lie makes him smile
For he is schooled in all guile
His ambition reaches to the highest of heights
He desires to dim the brightest of lights
This ancient foe of Christ the King
Who bruised the Lord’s heel but whose head still stings
He tries to hide behind the masks of men
Yet he orchestrates their evil whims
From Jesus we have
Delegated authority we have
Power through his name
To destroy his insidious game
To stop him in his tracks
Overcome his attacks
That person who did you wrong
Realize it was not he or she all along
But it’s Satan at work
The one in the shadows who lurks
Don’t be singing the loser’s melody
The name of Jesus sets the captives free
Praise to the King
With victory we sing
For He fills our countenance with joy
A smile without guile
That we share with every blood-bought, God-child
We can walk with the wise
And secure the devil’s demise
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