We're inundated with the news
That all is at unrest.
We've not a clue
What this world's coming to,
Just thank the Lord we're blessed.
Beloved, this very day
You thought you'd never live to see
Is just the one God preordained
And chose for you and me.
We're not called to shake our heads
And utter "what a pity."
We're called as candles on a hill
And towers in a city.
We can draw far more to Christ than tracts
Or fancy steeples
We are proof in breathing flesh -
God moves among His people!
Please understand, this race you run
Is not just for your prize.
Grab young hands, courageous band,
Run for their very lives!
For us we must live for today,
For them, live for tomorrow.
Redeem the time for many blind
For there is none to borrow!
The prints of history's heroes
Will soon fade into the dust
If there will be fresh prints, my friend,
It is up to us.
Footprints that walk the talk that says,
"I'll go where You will lead!"
Kneeprints that bridge the gap
And make the hedge to intercede.
God, kick us off our cushioned seats
Don't let us turn our heads!
Let's cease to hide behind the cross
And carry it instead!
You beckon us, "My warriors,
The time has come, ARISE!
Draw your swords, fight the fight,
Sound the battle cry."
"Where are my few who dare to say,
'Come follow Him with me?'
Would you lay down your own dear life
So that my Son they'll see?"
"Consider Child, carefully -
Am I quite worth the cost?
To surrender hearts to holiness
And count all gains but loss?"
"I call you from your comfort zone,
Dare you be one of few?
If you'll not leave fresh prints, My child,
Then I must ask you, who?"
If you'll not lead the way, My child,
Then look around you,