Lucifer,
son of the morning and master of all lies
Do
not tempt with wicked flattery, to deceive me or beguile
Or
cheat me of my soul and gently lead the way to hell
I
will not submit to chains or go where fallen angels dwell
You
crafty devil selling misery and giving wicked sin appeal
Still, some are caught within your web believing
evil is not real
Sacrifice
is for fools you say, “You’ll prosper and wear my crown."
So
do not waste your time with whispers to pull me to your lair
It’s
much too late for all your tricks to entrap me in your snare
Brother you know a judgment waits to account for what you do
Yet
still you chose the path of dark and from the light withdrew
The
battle fought so long ago was led by righteousness
Our
armor gold with truth our sword, our army victorious
Did
you forget who won that fight against ones we cherished dear?
Or
how we wished our love would heal and bring those lost ones near
How
dare you think I’d trade my soul or listen to your voice
When
the promise is near my grasp and I am waiting to rejoice
Patricia
Hanrion 2012 2 Nephi 28:21
