Yesterday I felt so good
Today Iím in a different mood
I am sure it is the devil and his brood
So desperately trying to affect my mood
Thoughts like "Iím so tired, I canít go on"
To replace all the joys and fun
Thoughts that seem to want to stun
And make me wish the day had not begun
I hear a tiny voice from deep within
"To feel this way really isnít a sin
You might as well just give in"
That voice is now becoming an awful din
In desperation I cry out
To my Jesus with a shout
Take this hoard, I donít want them about
Lord Jesus, Iím calling on your clout!
Slowly my thoughts are beginning to change
The Lord gently begins to rearrange
Suddenly I no longer feel so strange
The devil and his hoard must find another range!
By: Ann Martin
June 23, 2001
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