I Pray…

a poem by Benna Rao Goli

Lord, Satan makes my life bleed
Grant me strength and grace I need;
He’s trying his best to change my mind
And searching all the ways to find.

I pray to you the merciful Lord
Protect me before he pierces my soul with sword;
Give me strength Oh God, I pray
And enkindle me to escape from the devil’s way.

He seems strong and I’m weak
So, Your weapon I do seek;
The devil’s way I shan’t go;
Grant me courage to tell him “No.”

I don’t wish to fall in his trap any day
Even though he pulls me almost everyday;
Help me perform all I should
And I pray, grant the grace for my good.