They make hoops
Fashioning them
With careful thought
Out of thin air
They fashion complaints
Building them
With laborious effort
Out of thin air
They build cages
Constructing them
With every intent
To make me jump
To capture me
To trap,
To condemn me
But do they not see
Oh do they not see
That I am prisoner
Only to Christ Jesus?
No hoop, no snare
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No baseless complaint, no cage
Shall condemn me unfairly
For there is now no condemnation
For those who are in Christ Jesus
I repent, Lord Jesus.-
I turn my heart away
From trying to justify myself
In front of magicians and illusionists
Search me, oh God
I desire your rebuke,
More than false applause of men
In my repentance oh God,
I am unable to justify myself
So I turn to Your blood
That covers me
In righteousness
A sinner truly saved
Truly set free
By Your mercy
May You be glorified God
In all these trials
That the magicians
And the illusionists
Are unwittingly creating
May Your Holy Spirit
Take over Lord
As the devil tries to push me
Into unbelief
May I turn to You
Jesus
In ALL that will come my way.
