Soldiers in a holy war,
Children of a holy Lord;
A battle ground that’s bathed in prayer,
The weapon of the warfare there.
Strongholds mighty tumble down…
We know our leader, see His crown
Of power, majesty, might surround
Our hearts and our lives with His love.

Holy war the soldiers wage,
Complacency, the battle’s stage;
On the frontlines, sent to meet
Enemy fire as it falls at our feet.
The battle for the peoples’ hearts,
Expecting the fire, the rage that it sparks;
In an opponent set on stealing Your all,
Give us the strength to stand as we fall
To our knees.

Damage filtering through the flesh,
Result of weakness, weariness;
Shield of faith lowered just a bit,
The cunning adversary aims and hits,
And they fall to their knees,
As their wounds start to bleed;
Damage sustained
For the stance they’ve maintained
On the frontlines of the war.

Where is the backup, Lord?
Will they see?
Are we truly behind them,
Or do we watch as they bleed?
Do we come in love to tend the wounds,
Or point and judge for the armor they’ve failed
To hold completely and totally in place,
Excluding the wounded from running the race?

Lord you are the backup,
You send relief,
You’ve born the scars
Of the war now waged,
Born these scars for Your children
Willing to stand and believe;
But Lord, do You wonder,
And Lord, do You grieve?
Do You hate the distractions
As the enemy deceives?
Do you tire of the chill
Of complacency?
Do you cry as the wounded wait and bleed,
When a gentle word would surely heal?
Do You weep when Your children
Crush each other’s zeal?

Lord, will You touch
And stir the hearts?
Lord, kindle the fire,
And stir the sparks.
Lord, bring Your balm
To soothe and heal;
Give us hearts to receive
As You reveal
The roadblocks in this holy war.
Revive your children,
Lord open the door
That the gates of hell
Would not prevail;
Give us strength to stand in the gap…
And when we fail
Send us Your perfect love
To heal.
In these days, the love of many grows cold…
Lord, Jesus, please, fill us with Your love!

Soldiers in a holy war,
Children of a holy Lord;
A battle ground that’s bathed in prayer,
The weapon of the warfare there.
Strongholds mighty tumble down,
We know You, Lord, we see Your crown
Of power, majesty, might surround
Our hearts and our lives with Your love.

ADW