I lift my eyes to the hills, Father. Where does my help come from? It comes from you. You will not let me be moved. You keep me. You never slumber. You shade me in the heat of day. The moon will not strike me by night. I rest in your peace. You protect me from evil and hold my life. You watch over my going out and my coming in from this time forward and forevermore. I lift my countenance to you in the name and authority of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.

“My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.” (Psalm 121:2 ESV)