To My Grave
Dark and sinister rain befalling us
I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones,
Catastrophic endless fountain of blood,
But faith refuses to panic at all…
I will go to my grave as a soldier of the Lord…
Yes I will go my grave fighting this war…
I will be fearless and brave, until He gives me wings and
I’ll fly away…
Yes I will go to my grave, praising His name forever more…
I will go to my grave as a soldier of the Lord.
And it won’t be long now, I know…
Jesus is coming, I can hear Gabrielle's trumpet…
I can hear my body turning away from my soul,
I can see the angels waking those who have long slept,
I can hear the sound of Michael’s shield and sword…
Well, I fight like I’ve never fought before,
‘Cuz he gave me His heart, so I’ll give Him mine, for sure…
And I’ll go to my grave and as a soldier of the Lord…
Fearless and brave, I’ll go to my grave,
I’ll go to my grave, as a soldier of the Lord.
Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2017
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