I march to the tune
of a man smitten
Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen
Just as it was written
My orders are to cross borders
Living Water’s in my canteen, as my camp screams for the God we love even
thou…
I'm a soldier, I march to the tune of a man smitten, who was slain as a
lamb and He stands risen just as it was written, my orders are across
borders, living waters in my canteen, I live off only what my captain
ratio…
"From the rising of the sun, let His praise be heard, from the east to the west, and the north to south, Let everything that has breath praise the Lord forever, let everything in my soul, praise the Lord!" - Hillsongs …
Either this life is meaningless or it's meaning is eclipsed by a series of events that satisfy for the moment, but once your moment is passed your moment's the past, then poof, dude you can't revive it, I hold it, you're…