Evil Day

Evil Day

by Susan H Fouts

To day is an evil day

And I'm commanded to stand

Not to cower with fear

Or bury my head in sand.

As I await the onslaught

Of Satan's demon host,

I'm as an apple in God's eye

And He has loved me most.

More than my friends and children do

More than my parents and spouse.

And I must also do the same

To love Him more than house.

I pick up now His armor

With loins girt about with truth

And righteousness a breastplate

And peace shod upon each foot

With left hand taking shield of faith

To quench those firery darts

His righteousness protects my chest

Wherein here lies my heart.

I place His helmet on my head

To protect my thoughts and mind

For it tends to cause me sorrow

Bringing sadness all the time.

With right hand wield I sword

Two sharp edges it is made

And called the Word of God

To fight the demon raid

Praying with all prayer

Supplication takes me there

To His throne of grace I boldly come

With all my armor on

There is a battle in and out

And I must be prepared

To fight the good fight of faith

Till He brings me safely there.