Tired and worn down I find myself in the midst of temptation; a baron wasteland of dust and ash with my adversary standing before me ten feet tall.
I confess that until now I have fought in my own strength
Without calling for divine assistance
Without putting on properly the full armour of God
Without recognising that the battle and the victory is yours
Helpless I cry to you for help O God of my salvation.
Though my heart veers to the left, turn it to the right
Though my soul curls inward, bend it outward
Though my gaze is earthward, lift it heavenward
And may I see Jesus in blazing glory
Risen from the dead
Seated at the right hand of the Father
Surrounded by all the host of heaven
May I never forget that many are watching and that I do not stand alone.
Therefore, I call on all the powers of heaven for my aid. I ask the spirit of Jesus to
To give me a spine of steel and a face of flint
To be a shield of power on every side
To make ready my advance by faith
To put fear into my adversary
To raise me to higher levels of grace
To kill my sin and see it slain at my feet.
For if I do not kill my sin, my sin will certainly kill me.
Hard pressed against this cliff I choose to stand and fight. So by your grace
May I feel a new strength rise within me like the morning sun
May my heart overflow with the joy of promised victory
May my eyes shine beams of hope
And may my fingers lay hold of my sleeping sword as I look my enemy in the eye.
And so, now on bended knee and with arms raised high,
may I rise with all the fullness of Christ,
all the forces of heaven,
and all the church beside me and above me,
to a great and glorious battle cry,
and boldly shout: