Every Sunday
I am in service
I am nervous
I am under attack
I know that
God has my back
Satan is under
My feet
We will defeat
I decree
He will flee
He is behind me
He will never
Find me
I keep praying
I keep obeying
Every Sunday
The tradition
Is to go to service
Every Sunday
And pray him away
But he comes
Back everyday

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