My Pleasure With Satan's Trap Poem by MBJ Pancras

What I choose I plan to do and with Satan's trap,
What I think I hesitate to choose but troubled by Satan's trap,
When I forget the Word of God I derive pleasure by Satan's trap,
When I feel God's Grace below my soul I bargain my soul with Satan,
How I play with God's patience that with the tool of Satan,
How I use Satan's tool that with my love of the world,
Why I love the world of filthiness that I fail to pray,
Why I fail to pray is that laziness has sneaked into my soul,
Where I look for the place to pray that I find nowhere to do so,
Wherefore time and place are no where found but in one's soul.

Let me dropp myself into the Arms of God in Christ,
And look upon Him on the Cross where His Blood still flow afresh,
And each dropp of His Blood is for my sins to be cleansed.

'O, Lord! Give me strength to resist temptation and sin!
In Christ Jesus