I can’t fight Satan in my strength
he knows my depth and breadth and length,
and sin is still a part of me
I’m dead, without faith’s weaponry.
I can’t resist the world alone
though worldliness I can disown,
until the day my body dies
the rebel’s voice within me cries.
I can’t depend upon my heart
for feelings congregate then part,
my mind beholds eternity
then thoughts do tend to vanity.
I can’t endure a single day
if Christ for me did never pray,
sad Peter counted on the Rock
bad Judas counted up, took stock.