In days when the mighty stand in voice, having made the call to Stand our Choice. Not by hand or arm we’re joined but by Trust in God our Motto Coined. These days ahead may be gray and stark, but our Mighty God brings light to dark. So whisper not in victory sound, that our feet are planted on solid ground. None shall move nor faith be rocked, and the Lord our God shall not be mocked. In silence sit the fallen foes with weeping, gnashing and prophetic woes. To lake and fire their end is certain, having paid no attention to the shredded curtain. No veil, no distance, no one between, no dominion, ghost or heavenly Queen. Shall challenge us in God’s own palm, no storm or seas shall disturb our calm. For we stand with Him forevermore The Loving God whom we adore.