Temptation lurked, His dark eyes burning,
Paced up and down, His long tail turning.
And all the while He was thinking
How to set this Christian sinking.
Then, finally, it could be said
The smile he smiled could scare the dead.
Temptation’s call she knew she’d hear,
Because He followed far and near.
He hoped she would become His prey.
To His dismay He heard her say,
"Before Your throne of grace I bow,
Oh, dear Father, help me now."
Temptation moved in for the kill,
His ears pierced with a cry so shrill.
And then He looked into the sky;
Here comes an Angel on the fly.
And as He swore under His breath
He pulled His sword from out it’s sheath.
Michael from On High descended
Clothed in white array so splendid.
The Angel charged; His sword held high,
A brilliant contrast to the sky.
His shield He held about his breast
Golden armour covered the rest.
Mighty warriors engaged in
A war against the tempting sin.
Both of them were quite aware
Only one could win the warfare.
Michael lunged, His long sword flashing;
Temptation parried, His shield crashing.
The battle raged, and we all know
That Michael would defeat the foe,
Because it is said by some
That good* will always overcome.
Temptation now, instead of glee,
Was in vain trying to flee.
Finally a trump was heard,
Michael had the final word.
Although the winner made no sound
The Christian rose up from the ground,
She knew the victory was won,
Until Temptation next would come.
* or God
Copyright 1997 (Used with permission)