Satan is a fowler
Looking for prey,
Who walk by feelings
And not by faith.

Feelings can deceive
And lead one astray.
They can’t be trusted
They will betray.

Satan uses feelings
To master my soul;
If I’m not careful
I’ll fall into his hole.

My heart must be guarded
From foolish whims,
Or I’ll find myself
Stretched out on a limb.

If I yield my will
To what I feel;
I’ll become a fool
Living for a thrill.

Fix my heart to be firm
And not easily moved;
Given over to passions –
Raging wild and lewd.

Righteous Sword of Truth,
I yield today;
Divide me asunder
From these feelings, I pray.

I empty myself
Of what I used to feel;
As the washing of Your Word
Comes to cleanse and heal.

Satan’s schemes are thwarted.
He will not succeed.
I’ve been saved and delivered,
Just by taking earnest heed.