He's standing there before the Throne
Grinning from ear to ear;
Just itching to report my latest sin,
To keep me in bondage and fear.
He's all puffed-up and sure of himself,
He just knows he has me this time.
How can my Creator love me still,
Once the enemy has spoken his mind?
He can't bear to wait one second longer,
From his lips the vile words spew forth;
He's accusing me to the Father again,
Once more decrying my worth.
But there's one sitting there at my Father's side
On Whom all my sins have been laid.
And I watch Satan's grin turn to chagrin
When he hears, "That debt's already paid!"
©1991 J M McIntosh
For the death that He died, He died to sin once
for all; but the life that He lives, He lives to God.