His Web Is Cut

The Devil weaves a web that will entrap
All those who try to save themselves below–
With music soothes us into earthly nap
So he on us his falsehoods can bestow.

But then a knife is raised on Calvary’s hill
That cuts through web with offer to be free
If we consent to let Him Adam kill
In us who have to Devil bent our knee.

We say “Please cut!” and know we’ll feel His pain
As He in us kills who should never be,
And other side of cut we know we’ve gained
Our true life we for first time in Him see.

He takes our hand and leads us from that web
As with Him we have risen from the dead.