What we leave behind

Thump, thump

Like foot soldiers moving through the ranks

Fighting for a cause, moving through the ranks

Bump, bump, and now strike one, strike two

Man down, man down

Pummel, pummel some more

Oh yeah this one’s down and out

Struck not by the hand of the foe

Twas a fellow fellow soldier

Tis my brethren and yours

Tongue lashing, well crafted words

Just like the arrows that fill the warriors quiver

Should it be, should it be

That we’ll use our words to beat ourselves down

Christian soldier

Look there’s a man down, and he’s not your enemy

No don’t strike, he’s been struck too many times already

And no don’t turn away too

I know you’re a soldier, but show some heart, let Christ’s love pour through

This one’s a battle like no other

It’s for binding up the wounded

Strengthening broken reeds and fortifying tottering fences

Strengthen the weak knees and lift up the hands that hang down

Lord move this army through parched and dry lands

And as we march through, let us not destroy

Let seeds of love be sown, and so much grace be shown

Rain down Your mercy

And let lush verdant pastures

Beautiful and refreshing be what our march leaves behind on a long ago parched land