Satan, You've Met Your Match

Oh, Satan you've,
met your match
for my soul
you cannot catch.

Though you run,
and follow me
I know just where
I shall flee.

And where I go,
you cannot get
so put away
your wicked net.

For my soul,
is the Lord's
and we will fight
what evil hoards.

In the Word,
I will lay and rest
as I wrap the truth
around my breast.

So put away,
your wily dart
for you can't have
this saint's heart!

Ephesians 6:11

"Put on the whole armor of God,
that you may be able to stand against
the wiles of the devil."