Nation on its knees,
Bowed in grief and disbelief.

Nation on its face,
Plundered by an angry thief
Who seeks to steal, to kill,
Destroy…
Who glories when
he steals our joy.
And yet, his seeming victory
his greatest loss
When we’re brought to our knees
For worship and prayer,
Faith and trust,
Are treasures that
Will never rust.

Though war is waged,
he’s missed the mark,
For he stirs us up
And the Father calls,
And we bend and are broken
For the Father’s heart
For a dying world,
And we stand and we march
On in His name,
Carry a torch, speaking His word,
Promises claim.

Press on,
He is coming!
Press on,
He is here!
There is hope in His name…
His glory is near.

ADW 2001