When tired, in turmoil or transition

Satan gets into position,

roaring leonine ambition

thwarting grace his only mission.


Through fatigue, flux or frustration

Satan moves as is his station,

once near God, now no relation

sin’s his rule, retaliation.


Change or charm or challenge comes

Satan is there, hear how he hums,

first sinful depths expertly plumbs

then souls for scrap, he does his sums.


By hook or crook or by the book

Satan’s the bait Christ never took,

for all of us before mistook

Satan as Christ, saved sinners, look!


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