Early every day I’m pleading,
Save me, Lord, your help I’m needing:
Satan lies to assail me, waiting,
Tempting, biding, luring, baiting. Continue reading
When we grow faint and frail,
Let not our tempers flare,
Let not our tongue come untied,
Let trials not cause despair.
Keep the cord from fraying,
Keep our feet from straying,
Keep our wills from swaying,
Be our certain strength and guide.
The flesh is weak and weary,
Our eyes are tired and teary,
The path is dry and dreary,
Let your power in us prevail.
O Lord, the evli one would lull me into a sense of false security, to rush and overwhelm me suddenly, to take me unawares. Keep me living on the edge, my Father, ever on guard, never asleep, so I can be holy, as you are holy.