What an honor
to be called a Soldier of the Cross, An army
that has never turned back never suffered
loss. Our weapons are not carnal, our strong
holds you can't See, this army becomes
mighty, by time spent on our knees.
I'm
not ashamed for you to see this soldier on his
knees. You might even see a tear or hear a
humble plea. Some may call it weakness, some
may question my strength. Oh but you must see
the power's not of me. I prepare for battle
on my knees.
I've watched mothers pray
for children so lost and full of sin, and I
see those same prayers answered as the spirit
brought them in, and I have watched ol' Satan
like a dark cloud hanging over, but when I
plead the blood of Jesus the clouds were there
no more.
I'm not ashamed for you to see
this soldier on his knees. You might even see
a tear or hear a humble plea. Some may call
it weakness, some may question my
strength. Oh but you must see the power's not
of me. I prepare for battle on my knees. I
prepare for battle on my knees.
