We gather as brothers, one heart, one call,
mix of rock, gospel, and norteño mexican | Genres: Latin Folk, Classic Rock, Steady Rock, Prayer, Soul Jazz, Spiritual, Texas Blues | Moods: Joy, Sadness, Anticipation, Surprise, Nostalgia, Triumph, Melancholy, Uplifting, Energetic, Nostalgic, Triumphant, Soulful and Lively Atmosphere, Crisp, Playful, Progressive | Voices: Male Voice, Male singer, Mixed Choir, Folk-style voice, Jazz voice, Emotional depth vocal, Bright, piercing voice | Tempos: Medium, Changing Tempo, Accelerating, male vocals
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Lyrics
We gather as brothers, one heart, one call,
Different roads, different tongues, but we stand tall.
Adoration, service, community, grace,
In every step forward, we see His face.
(Chorus)
We are brothers in Christ, one purpose, one flame,
Through laughter and tears, we lift up His name.
From baptisms to losses, we’re never alone,
In our ACTS brotherhood, we’ve found our true home.
(Verse 2)
We wake up to serve, we rise side by side,
In the good and the hard, in Him we confide.
On courts and in prayer, through thick and through thin,
This family of faith knows together we win.
(Bridge)
From WhatsApp jokes to tears that we share,
Pickleball losses, we still show we care.
We cry at the funerals, we cheer at baptisms,
In every moment, it’s Christ’s love that’s risen.
(Chorus)
We are brothers in Christ, one purpose, one flame,
Through laughter and tears, we lift up His name.
From baptisms to losses, we’re never alone,
In our ACTS brotherhood, we’ve found our true home.
We laugh at the pots where no one could win,
Monday morning jokes as we gather again.
“Who picked that team?” we all tease and smile,
Even messed-up football makes brotherhood worthwhile!
From the ones who can’t play pickleball right,
To the ones who pick teams that lose every fight.
And those who salsa with two left feet,
We still lift them up—our circle’s never complete! We are called to serve so bring another messed up friend!