In desert wild, where winds deceive,
The Tempter wove his web to weave,
“Cast thyself from pinnacle high,
Let angels swoop from boundless sky.
If Son thou art, as thou dost claim,
Prove now thy God, exalt thy name.”
But Jesus stood, His spirit bright,
A beacon piercing through the night,
“It is written,” His words like flame,
“I’ll not tempt God for fleeting fame.
His will is sure, His promise stands,
No need to force His holy hands.”
O Christian soul, when shadows press,
When doubts arise in wilderness,
The voice may call, “Demand a sign,
Make God thy servant, cross the line.”
Yet pause and hear the Savior’s way,
In stillness seek, in silence pray.
For faith is not a brash decree,
Nor bargains struck on bended knee,
It’s trust that walks where sight grows dim,
A heart surrendered unto Him.
The Rock of Ages holds us fast,
No storm can shake what He has cast.
Recall the cross, the darkened hour,
When Christ refused to wield His power,
No angels called to break His fall,
He drank the cup to save us all.
If He, the Son, such trust displayed,
Shall we not follow, unafraid?
The Tempter flees when faith holds strong,
His whispers fade, his reign not long,
For God’s own Word, a sword of might,
Turns back the darkness, brings the light.
So stand as Christ, when trials roar,
His grace abounds forevermore.
Through valleys deep or mountains steep,
His promises our souls will keep,
Tempt not the Lord with prideful plea,
But rest in love eternally.
From desert dust to glory’s throne,
He leads His faithful, calls His own.