ANSWERING THE INFIDEL
by Jane Van Allen
I saw one in a crowded street,
Where teams and cars did flourish;
Knock crutches from a crippled boy.
Then leave him there to perish.
Our souls are crippled with sin's load.
As here in life we go:
Our crutches are the grace of God,
To keep us here below.
The weakest souls to Christ may come.
Who want God's keeping care;
Angels will watch their journey home.
If faithful here in prayer.
This world's a snare, a scene of woe;
The Bible has been given :
Its precepts teach the way to go;
Will lead us safe to heaven.
The infidels for souls do seek.
To snatch them from the Lord;
Accost them, when in prayer they're weak.
By sneering at God's Word.
The crutches from our souls they snatch.
In life's most dangerous place;
They work for Satan, here to catch
The weak ones of our race.
They constant here seek to destroy
Our peace and hope in God;
Our happiness doth them annoy.
For they do feel sin's load.
Satan holds them beneath his power.
And keeps them from God's love;
Their jealousy would us devour;
Unkept by God above.
Our faith in God, our comfort here.
When comfort most we need:
They take away, fill us with fear;
Say "There's no God to heed."
Let faith in God our crutches be.
Along our journey Home,
We're traveling to Eternity;
And to a World to come.
When we obey God's written Word,
We'll cease from sin and strife;
The highest proof there is a God,
Is in the Christian's life.