Satan's Daggers

I sometimes wish I could see my approaching sin fast enough to say “Get thee behind me satan!”, But I always miss the chance, Because by the time I see the sin, satan does his dance from two steps ahead. In the moment when my awareness lulls, He snaps. All too willing to attack my armors cracks, And before I can even check the facts, My armor chinks From the attack. But Lord I take Your word, My sword, and cling to it for comfort. But satans got daggers of his own , And adjusts Your word for his combat, He doesn’t aim to miss, No matter my excuse or the circumstance. He adapts Your word for his convenience, It’s unbelievable what I must stand against. But in my weakness I cry for You, And like the morning after a bad dream, My troubles fade to gray, My doubt lifts like the fog, And I can see my mistake, Like a bell Your word rang true, That in my time of trouble, to call to You.