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!