Evil rides abroad at night
Cloaked in clouds that hide the light,
Looking for a fertile bed
Upon which to rest his head;
His evil thoughts in dreams are spread,
Filling us with utmost dread.
Evil prowls the minds of men,
Seeking foothold to craft his den.
He plants his seed where e’er he goes,
Finding places well disposed –
And they’re aplenty, heaven knows –
Offering space for his repose.
Oh God in Heaven help us to see
When all is not as it purports to be,
To recognise evil’s distorted face;
Bless us with Your holy grace
That none is misled by his carapace
In traversing life’s obstacle race.
©DGA 21 March 2012 11:24