Russell G. Robison


Behold the demon rising
Shining darker than the night
He comes to feast on me
And try to take from me my sight

I see his nostrils flaring
As he fills the air with glee
I take my shield and turn to face
The beast inside of me

No matter what he tries
He cannot move me from this place
For I still hold the high ground
As a child of God’s sweet grace