You told me to resist the devil and he would flee from me,
But I have no resistance.
You have all the power and resistance I’ll ever need,
So give me the power to resist.
You told me I could move my mountains
If I had faith even as a mustard seed;
Yet my mountain won’t move
Even though my faith in you is as great
As I can conceive it.
You made the heavens and earth;
Please move my mountain.
You said, “Flee the very appearance of evil!”
So I ran hard,
But sin overtook me
In my finest hour of effort.
You have power
Over all the power of the enemy
With miracles, signs and wonders.
Deliver me from the trap of Satan.
I don’t even have the strength to put on the whole armor,
So dress me as my armor-bearer.
Do for me what I know I cannot do for myself to bear.
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