Joyful Ruins

The spiritual battle in my heart

is already won

but the tricks of my flesh

make me think

it has only  begun

Satan uses every word

to feed my fears

Yet there is ONE

who numbers all my hairs

For but a moment I may feel lost

then I remember

what my sin has cost

Not to bring me into guilt

or make me a slave to law

but to show me how to live

and forget my every flaw

Whatever tricks up Satan’s sleeves

winning is not his destiny

My savoir hangs upon a cross

out of a grave He claims victory!

I need not fear nor worry in my heart

for my Jesus Christ will never part