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                                    DEMONS HATE IT WHEN YOU PRAY.

 

                                    The demons and their master
                                       may gather for attack,
                                    But we have all the weapons
                                    to defend and to fight back.
                                They scramble and scurry everywhere,
                                        looking for a prize,
                                     Whispering their torments
                                    and spewing out their lies.
                                  Uncertainty may work with doubt,
                                         making you unsure,
                                 Deceit may try to blind your eyes,
                                       lust will try to lure.
                                    Malice, like an ugly beast,
                                     may try his tricks on you,
                                 While slander whispers in your ear
                                       all that is not true.
                                    And if you start to tremble
                                      then remember it is fear
                                    That is spewing out his lies
                                      and trying to get near.
                                     Despair may follow closely
                                     as fear prepares the way,
                                    But we have all the strength
                                and all the power against that day.
                            Jealousy and anger, impatience, discontent,
                                      All of their whisperings
                                      the Father can prevent.

 

                                When you feel their breath of evil,
                                 when attacks come thick and fast,
                                  And you feel you cannot take it,
                                that your strength will never last.
                                When the cloud of darkness gathers,
                                      blocking out the light,
                                And your heart and faith grow weary
                                 with the fierceness of the fight.
                                    Remember our cry of victory,
                                   the name that conquers death,
                                        JESUS, JESUS, JESUS,
                                     Rebukes with every breath.
                                 They flee from the power of Jesus,
                                       for at His very name,
                                 They tremble in fear and loathing
                                      and suffer searing pain.
                                  So rebuke in the name of Jesus,
                                    get on your knees and pray,
                                    And the host of God Almighty
                                     will drive them all away.
                                   As you go about your business,
                                       are you aware each day
                                  That the devil and his cohorts,
                                       HATE IT WHEN YOU PRAY.

 

                                          Ephesians 6v12.