Sound of War

What is that rumbling?

What is the noise? They cry.

The sound of the underground

Coming forth from on high.

This is the sound of war.

They march forward,

No one is out of line,

Born from above,

Singing their war songs,

Holy, Holy, Holy.

Waves of men give waves of glory

To a King who is worthy.

They fight with victory in their hearts

For the battle is already won

Death has already been conquered.

They fight for innocent and free the oppressed.

To the poor and the needy

They give more than silver and gold.

They would lay down their lives for the sake of the weary and broken

At any minute and at any cost.

They are sons and daughters,

Kings and Priests,

Nasserites and Levites,

Yet they have no names,

Except what their King says of them.

Their King is like no other.

Some say that his voice is like many rushing waters

Or like the sky’s as they groan with thunder.

He judges and makes war along side His warriors,

For His Bride and for His glory

He marches forth with His sword upon His thigh.

His garments have been dipped in the streams of blood.

He loves His mercy and does His justice

And of His faithfulness He cannot change,

Of His righteousness He can only be faithful.

Whom shall we fear, but Him,

The one who comes on the clouds.

Don’t look in those jealous eyes of fire,

Less you be swept into the ocean of His love.

For who can stand when this man comes?

We do our best to stand our ground,

To fight with this man,

But when His glory comes near

We fall to our faces.

This is how we fight!

This is how we fight,

Faces in the sand.

We train in weakness,

To be strong in righteousness.

Beholding the one thing needed.

Who is this man,

First born from the dead?

He did not come to live,

But He came to die,

To be raised in the fullness of Life.

Just as he died and just as he lives,

We will take up our cross as he once did,

To enter in to this momentary light affliction,

To come out on the other side

With the omnipotent God.

Surly He has born the deepest grief.

He is acquainted with sorrows.

He is familiar with sufferings,

Despised and rejected among the people.

They esteemed Him not.

He is the One who conquered death,

The One who gave us victory and life.

Intercession proceeds from his throne for his bride

Until the day they see Him in his glory,

The day splits the sky.

In that day the beloved will stand

And look into those fiery eyes.

Face to face and they will sing

All glory and honor and praise

Be unto You, The Lamb that was slain.