Oh Satan he's a sly one, he almost had me convinced I was lost.
But Jesus rushed in and reminded me that he had paid the cost.
I treasure every drop of blood he shed at Calvary that day.
I'm glad he went home to God, so the comforter could come my way.
Now when to Jesus I pray in spirit.
I know him and all the host of heaven can hear it.
I can feel his presence in his holy spirit divine.
Just a few more rough and rocky steps then I'll go home.
I'll be there rejoicing and praising Jesus at the throne.