Steal Our Joy
by Barbara Philbrook

Satan wants to steal our joy,
and there are no means he will not employ.

He'll take our love, our treasures and wealth,
and of course there's always our good health.

But we are assured we have the upper hand,
we inherited it when we took our stand.

We took our stand and accepted salvation,
gaining our freedom or liberation.

Free from bondage is what we happen to be.
Satan has no hold on you or me.

Rebuke that old devil, tell him to go away.
Order him out and tell him to stay.

We are the inheritors of God's love and grace,
and we have the power to put Satan in his place.

He'll steal our joy if we allow him to,
but I refuse. How about you?

Stomp you foot order him gone.
We have a heavenly Father who passed this right on.

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