Baits and baits
A poem by R.A.Jacob
Baits and baits,
Satan has thousands of them,
You may think it does not matter,
You may crash in the end.
Be sure of these little things,
They are His ploys,
Which he for faithful deploys,
So that He may you destroy.
Follow your master follow Him,
He has a cross to bear,
Bear His cross my dear ones,
He shall thy boat steer.
He is sufficient for all the needs,
On His word rely,
Hold on to faith my dear one,
Hold on as circumstance tries.
