You're such a disgusting sight,
Trying to steal the place of
The One with all power and might.
Get behind me, Satan,
You are blocking the view
Of the glory send down
Making me whole and new.
Get behind me, Satan,
I would perceive a vista
so fair
Only my spirit can receive
it
As my faith takes hold of
His care.
Get behind me, Satan,
You're trying to obscure
the display
Of Jehovah, the Eternal,
Creator,
The Faithful One, the Son,
The Way.
Get behind me, Satan,
So I can see who I am
By the blood and my testimony
In Jesus, the sacrificial
Lamb.
Get behind me, Satan,
Just who do you think you
are?
I serve the One who broke
you
Jesus Christ, Bright Morning
Star.
Get behind me, Satan,
The Love Light is starting
to flow
And I won't have your wretched
presence
Between me and the Shekinah
glow.
©1996 Donna Faulkner Pyle
