by Trish Whelan
Step up to the plate, My soldiers, My men
This is the time to reconcile to the plan
To remember deep down what you’ve trained for ‘til now
I intend to restore your heart to Truth’s vow
To take a stand, a foot hold
Usher in the new light in your faith
A display of My word, in honour and in grace
A face built of trust, an arm of My mercy
A worshipper, a seeker, a protector in the journey
One who will lead and help their family to victory
To have and to hold, becoming gentlemen of chivalry
Noble of conscience, God fearing, set apart as His righteous
“CHOSEN ONES OF THE KINGDOM!
HERE IS MY SPIRIT OF BOLDNESS TO BE
‘END TIME’ COURAGEOUS”
Cover yourselves in My armour
Build not your house on the sand
But enter My courts with praise and thanksgiving
Abide there, live there, die there!
“ARISE IN YOUR HEART AND
INHERIT YOUR LAND!”
Step up to the plate, My soldiers, My men
This is the time to reconcile to the plan
To remember deep down what you’ve trained for ‘til now
I intend to restore your heart to Truth’s vow
To take a stand, a foot hold
Usher in the new light in your faith
A display of My word, in honour and in grace
A face built of trust, an arm of My mercy
A worshipper, a seeker, a protector in the journey
One who will lead and help their family to victory
To have and to hold, becoming gentlemen of chivalry
Noble of conscience, God fearing, set apart as His righteous
“CHOSEN ONES OF THE KINGDOM!
HERE IS MY SPIRIT OF BOLDNESS TO BE
‘END TIME’ COURAGEOUS”
Cover yourselves in My armour
Build not your house on the sand
But enter My courts with praise and thanksgiving
Abide there, live there, die there!
“ARISE IN YOUR HEART AND
INHERIT YOUR LAND!”
