Let all soldiers rise up:
let every cadet, marine,
green beret, commando,
ranger, medic and
military policeman rise up.
You call yourselves civilians,
do you not have faith that
moves mountains,
the sword of the word of
God,
the name of Christ that
makes all knees bow,
the blood of Christ that
washes all sins away,
and the prayer that
changes all things?
Make no mistakes;
we're soldiers, not ballerinas.
All around I sight weaklings:
military deserts,
green berets that don't
intercede,
marines that don't spread
the gospel,
medics that don't pray for
peace,
commandos that don't
rescue prisoners of war.
All you care is for wordly
promotions,
not God's recommendations.
You want medals,
but you don't fight.
For every sin you make,
in your feet you shoot.
This is a warning,
avoid a court martial.
Say it loud!
Say it 'proud'!
We are soldiers!
Let's all go out to fight for
God the king.
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