We listen to the fiddle play,
Strummed by the Devil’s hand,
And with us he then has his way;
We’re welcomed in his band.
But we find that the more we hear
The more we are sucked in,
And our hearts then begin to fear;
We long for what had been.
O for the time of innocence
When we were with the Lord,
And His protection round us fenced
Our freedom in His Word.
Just then the love that we once knew
Descends from up above,
And we rejoice with life anew
From His self-giving love.
The Devil now is downward cast—
No longer in our face.
We’re captured by a love that lasts
And live within His grace.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 