The enemy provokes her sore
And causes her to fret
She gets a worthy portion
But has no child just yet

The adversary is at her
Day by day by day
And teasing her year by year,
Devil, go away!

Eli thinks she is full of wine
But she is crying for a child
She makes her plea for a son
To be hers a little while

God blesses her with a son
She fulfills her part of the deal
She gives the child back to The Lord
She trusts in God's will

O Lord, you have given us
more than we deserve
Please fill us with hearts
That really want to serve

Souls that desire
Not to please "just me"
But to be servants
Devoted unto only thee

Help us when we hear the adversary,
whispering his lies
That we drown out his words
And to God, we cry