Weapons of Warfare

This is not a game, this is not a game

The lion of Judah is not tame

Born on a battlefield

We rise to never yield

Except to our sovereignís command

The battlelines are where we stand.

Armored in the profound

We seek to silence every sound

Raised up against the throne of grace

To rout out evil in this place.

Destroying speculation

The fortressesí destruction.

Every lofty thing raised up

Against the knowledge of our God

Our captives made from every thought

Taken prisoner to the obedience of Christ.

His bride is the once-for-all blood-bought

Willing prisoner to the obedience of Christ.

Army of mighty servants raise

YourÝ hardyÝ hearts in praise

Army of righteousness,

Destroying evilís fortresses

Given divine power

To pull down every tower

Raised against the blood bought

Lambs of the lion

Who conquer from Zion

Living in what the light revealed

Routing out what darkness would conceal

The mortars overhead illuminate the sin

Destroy the devastation

That strangles every nation

Following the captain of salvation

Anthony Foster

October 25, 2009

2 Corinthians 10:3-4