The Attack Yesterday I felt so good Today Im in a different mood I am sure it is the devil and his brood So desperately trying to affect my mood Thoughts like "Im so tired, I cant go on" To replace all the joys and fun Thoughts that seem to want to stun And make me wish the day had not begun I hear a tiny voice from deep within "To feel this way really isnt a sin You might as well just give in" That voice is now becoming an awful din In desperation I cry out To my Jesus with a shout Take this hoard, I dont want them about Lord Jesus, Im calling on your clout! Slowly my thoughts are beginning to change The Lord gently begins to rearrange Suddenly I no longer feel so strange The devil and his hoard must find another range! By: Ann Martin June 23, 2001
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