Flowering dill

The thief comes to steal

Coercing one to kneel

To his carnal ways

Without leaving a trace

He plots to kill

Marking your end like a flowering dill

He tries to destroy

In his hands, you’ll be a toy

If you don’t guard your mind

But our keeper is kind

He brings you life

And frees you from strife

So wear the armor of God

With his word, let your feet be shod