The War is Real

The War is Real

Christopher Powell

Pick up your weapon

And tired pack,

The war is real,

we must go back. 

One day we’ll sing

In halls devine

And drink with Christ

The sweet, pure wine.

The path we travel,

We must again.

Our foe’s devices

Know no end.

Your tired fear

May weigh like stone.

All us too,

Be not alone.

Pick up your weapon

Secure your pack,

The war is real,

 we must go back. 

One day we’ll sing

Ablaze we’ll shine

And drink with Christ

That sweet, pure wine.

Our hope? Our chance?

Rests in the One

Who loves us

Even when we run

And

Loves us still

And calls us son.

Our bond is writ in the Blood of His Son.

Pick up your weapon

And tired pack,

The war is real,

we must go back. 

One day we’ll sing

In halls Devine

And drink with Christ

The sweet, pure wine.