Satan's Ploy 1981

Every time I dream of the Old Man,
He is taking something away from me.
He is always sly, and I am always resigned.
Why am I still so plagued?

I feel so removed from You,
Sick and overwhelmed
Distracted
Torn and confused

This is cold war, and the enemy has convincing subterfuge
In my nightmares, he accomplishes his goal;
My relationship to You is invalidated
When I am awake, to whom then do I belong?
I don’t know.  I can’t hear Your voice
I feel strange about asking for help
And I hate everything.

I want to know Your voice in my ear
To feel your Presence
Your real presence

I have not assimilated this faith;
I couldn’t face death with grace

I can hate and fear now
Where before I did not dare
But I can not feel the victory
I cannot feel the victory
Though I desire it