Change is coming, the time is at hand,
It is due season, God has given us the land.
We are walking in, the enemy to slay,
Many falling at our sides along the way.
They run in terror dropping like pigs in the mud.
As we wield the sword and plead the blood.
Battle scared but victorious with many a crown.
Our reward at Jesus' feet we will throw down.
We do valiantly, as on our enemy He does tread.
His power working through us bruising the serpents head.
As we sharpen the ax, laying it to the root.
We are determined to bring forth good fruit.
We will not murmur or complain and fuss.
Attaining through, His power at work in us.
It is the appointed time, the season is here.
We will fight the good fight until He does appear.
Assembled in troops, under His command.
Relying on Him, who is able to make us stand.
Running through the city, leaping over the wall.
From the enemy taking back the land, taking it all.
 
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