The sky darkens,
The pace quickens
Time draws ever near
A million tiny souls crying out in fear.
Blood upon the doorposts
Yeast within a jar
The shadow in the doorway
Was ordered from afar
The desert lies before us
The brickpits lay behind
Before us lies our freedom
By heaven's own design
To bad we'll keep on wandering
For we can't seem to obey
Yet still we are God's chosen
And we'll get it right someday.
The Soul Soldiers Creed
Where are the soldiers?
Where are the stalwart knights of a mighty king?
Where are the Battlefields?
Where are the blood soaked, sweet stained uniforms?
Here is the battlefield,
Here is the enemy.
Here are the prisoners, in cages dark.
Where are the soldiers?
Where are the hearts, sold out for king and country?
Where are those with the guts to see it thru?
Where are the weapons?
Where am I? Where are you?
Let’s stand up, stand tall.
Lift our weapons high.
Give it all to Jesus.
Whether we live or whether we die.
Where are the stalwart knights of a mighty king?
Where are the Battlefields?
Where are the blood soaked, sweet stained uniforms?
Here is the battlefield,
Here is the enemy.
Here are the prisoners, in cages dark.
Where are the soldiers?
Where are the hearts, sold out for king and country?
Where are those with the guts to see it thru?
Where are the weapons?
Where am I? Where are you?
Let’s stand up, stand tall.
Lift our weapons high.
Give it all to Jesus.
Whether we live or whether we die.
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