Another Battle

Amongst the fog and haze they meet
To wait the coming hordes and hosts.
These warriors of Christ's elite
Make haste to fortify their posts.

When at last the wave shall break
Upon the fort they made,
For the souls of all they stake
Thier lives in this crusade.

Not with sword or staff they fight
This battle and nightmare,
But with the overwhelming might
Unleashed by simple prayer.

When once again the smoke does lift,
And peace a while restored,
Our heros then will God uplift
In songs of one accord.