He lays his plans at night,
Weaving them far from sight.
His web’s clear in the early morning light
But once the rain and dew disappear,
And our hearts are blinded by sin and fear,
His web suddenly appears.
But then it’s too late to flee from him.
He wraps us tight in our selfish sin,
Stealthily walks his web, and then . . .
He shows no mercy, never does.
But One descended from above
To take our place, out of love.
Once we let Him guide our path,
He frees us from this fearsome trap.
No plot or power can overcome that.
