A March Of The Twice-Born

Screaming
We fall in line where the earth beats time
Boots to the dust, hearts aligned.
No
Banners are raised in borrowed pride.
We
March with scars
We do not hide
We learned the song in darker days.
Where lost was how we learned his ways
The road was narrow, the cost was real
But victory came where the wound
Would seal
Strap it tight around the spine.
Not a
Word that bends with time.
Truth that
Cuts through smoke and fear
Keeps the marching path made clear
Lies fall flat where truth is worn.
Steel straight speech, no fraying form
We do not shout, we do not boast.
Truth
Holds fast when pressure is close
Not our shine, not
Not the works we try to pay
Armor forged where blood was
Poured, borrowed goodness now restored
Hearts are guarded not by might
But by a gift we didn't
And singing] fight.
When the arrows test the chest, grace absorbs
What would have pressed
Feet are shod for broken ground, peace
That moves through battles sound.
Not
Retreat, not a white flag
Called, peace that walks into the storm
Every step declares his reign
Even through the fire and pain.
We carry
Peace like loaded steel, sharp enough
To cut what's real
Lifted high against the flame
Trust held firm in
Jesus' name.
Darts
Will fly, the night will roar
Faith stands where fear once tore
Not a guess, not blind belief, faith is
Clinging in the teeth.
Holding
Fast when hands are torn, shielded by
The nail-scarred form
Guard the mind, the thoughts, the sight
Hope locked on through darkest night
Not the dream of safer
Days, but the end already raised.
We
Think like those who've crossed
The grave, already dead
Already saved.
What can kill the twice-born
Soul when death itself has
Lost control
Not cold steel in mortal hands, but the word that always stands.
Cutting
Lies to naked bone, speaking
And singing] life where death had grown.
Every word a forward step, every
And singing] promise battle kept
We don't conquer by the sword
We lay down lives and trust the lord
By losing breath.
We win by
Dying into death
Marching on with scars in tune
Singing graves into a tomb
If we fall, we fall in song because the risen and singing
Leader's song
Armor on, the night grows thin
Marching where the slain now win.
No retreat, no and singing
Turning back
We walk the blood-stained beaten track
Victory through defeat we stand
WITH ALL WOUNDS
AND LIFTED and music] HANDS