Nice Try, Satan - Light and Wisdom

[Verse 1] I used to follow little threads Wherever they would lead, A whisper here, a nudge back there, A harmless-looking seed. I'd call it coincidence, I'd call it common sense, Then find myself three miles along A road I never meant. But I've been learning how The little flaxen cords can pull. Funny how such a subtle tug Can feel so powerful. But now I catch your silken thread Before it tangles 'round my feet... And now I see who's holding it, I know who pulls the strings. [Pre-Chorus] You dressed the hook in honey, And called the trap a prayer. You told me what I wanted You told me when to care. You made the wrong thing sparkle, Made warning signs seem small. But I've learned to stop and wonder Why you're pulling me at all. [Chorus] Nice try, Satan. I saw there what you did. I've spent so long being led By those flaxen cords you laid. But I'm looking for light and wisdom, And yours don't seem to fit. 'Cause I know my Shepherd's voice too well, And no-- yours ain't it. Nice try, Satan. Not this time, not today. I've learned to see the little threads Before things pull your way. You can whisper, you can flatter, You can make the wrong thing shine... But I know my Shepherd's voice. And your voice-- That ain't mine. [Verse 2] You used to make me second-guess The things I knew were true. You'd lay excuses all around The things I ought to do. You'd offer me a shortcut And conveniently forget To warn me that I'd have to stray from Him who loved me best. And I'd be halfway down the road Before I saw the sign. But now I stop and ask myself, "Who benefits this time?" Funny how the spell gets weak, When you're wise to all the tricks. The show ain't any less clever-- I just finally see the switch. [Pre-Chorus] You dressed the hook in honey, Called the trap a prayer. You made obedience sound easy If I gave up choosing there. You said, "Don't look too closely. Just trust what you've been told." Well, I've learned that anything That needs me blind ain't gold. [Chorus] Nice try, Satan. I saw what you did there. I've spent so long being led By those flaxen cords of yours. I'm looking for light and wisdom, But yours don't seem to fit. 'Cause I know my Shepherd's voice, And Son... --Yours ain't it. Nice try, Satan. Not now, and not today. See, I've learned to see your little threads Before they draw me away. You can whisper, you can flatter, You can make the wrong thing shine... But I know my Shepherd's voice. And your voice ain't that kind. [Verse 3] There was a time I'd call it fate When every market door swung wide. Now I've learned to wonder "Who's that standing just behind?" There was a time I'd chase a sparkly thought Because it sounded clever. Now I ask if it brings me light Or just briefly makes me feel better. There was a time I'd take the bait Just because everyone agreed. Now I know a crowd can pull my chain As easily as greed. And every time I catch one now, I almost have to grin. "Well, that's a new one." But nice try... You ain't foolin' me again. [Pre-Chorus] You dressed the hook in honey. You painted up the door. You moved the furniture around But I've seen that trick before. You can change the words and costumes. You can polish every lie. But when a performer asks me to close my eyes, That's my cue to ask him why. [Bridge] I don't need to know your every trick. I don't need to know your name. I only need to recognize Your fingerprints remain. If it needs me frightened, If it needs me blind, If it needs me bound with "context" before I'm allowed to make up my mind, If it tells me, "Don't look closer. Just believe what you are told..." That's when I hear another voice: "My sheep will know their fold." [Final Chorus] Nice try, Satan. I saw what you did right there. I've spent too long being led along By those flaxen cords of yours. But I'm looking for light and wisdom, And yours don't seem to fit. 'Cause I know my Shepherd's voice, Son... And yours ain't it. Nice try, Satan. No, not today. I've learned to see those little tripwires' gleam Before your "mines" can blow me away. You can whisper, you can flatter, You can make the wrong thing shine... But I know my Shepherd's voice. And my friend-- yours ain't mine. [Outro] I'm looking for light and wisdom. I'm still learning how to see. But I know my Shepherd's voice now. And you don't get to speak for me. Nice try. But not this time.