War Cry

Blessed be the Rock— Who trains my hands for war. This battle’s not mine… It’s Yours. Red sea rising at my back, Enemy breathing down my neck, Steel and thunder in the sky— You say, “Stand still. Watch Me rise.” Darkness talking in my head, Fear keeps shouting, “You’re as good as dead.” But I hear Your voice cut through the noise: “Child, I fight for you.” Not by might. Not by power. Spirit like fire In the final hour. The battle is the Lord’s— You go before me. Sword of truth in the storm, You roar for me. Armor on. Fear gone. Hell breaks under Your blood. If God is for us— WHO CAN STAND? This is my war cry! Flesh and bone—it’s deeper than that, Principalities in black on black. But our weapons don’t rust, don’t bend, don’t break— Cross and grave split wide awake. You disarmed the enemy, Made a show of his defeat. King in white with eyes of flame, Every tyrant knows Your name. Strong tower. Shield and sword. Heaven’s thunder— The battle is Yours. The battle is the Lord’s— You go before me. Lion’s roar in the dark, You war for me. Chains fall. Walls break. Death crushed under Your blood. If God is for us— WHO CAN STAND? This is my war cry! You train my hands— I will not fear. You hold the line— You’re standing here. No weapon formed Will take this ground. When You arise— The enemies scatter. The enemies scatter. NOT. BY. MIGHT. NOT. BY. POWER. BY. YOUR. SPIRIT. FINAL. HOUR. The battle is the Lord’s— Forever proven. From the cross to the grave, The stone was moved! Faithful and True— Riding through the flood. If God is for us— NO ONE STANDS! This is our war cry. This is our war cry.