Oft by mind control my mind is hounded.
It comes across as insight, common sense,
Saying Jesus didn’t die, compounded
By feeling I am worthless - such pretense!
I’ve staked my claim to Jesus’ blood He shed
To buy me, saving me from Satan’s grip,
Believing He is raised up from the dead.
He’s sat at God’s right hand, me He’ll equip
For my next battle against mind control.
A spirit so pervasive I’ll evade
By speaking out God’s word in Jesus’ name.
I’ll fill my mind with promises He’s made,
I’ll praise my Savior who remains the same,
For it is wily, crafty, and deceitful,
This age’s evil spirit, mind control.