What an honor to be called
An army that has never turned
back and never suffered loss
Our weapons are not carnal,
our strong holds you can't see
This army becomes mighty like
I'm not ashamed for you to see
this soldier on his knees
You might even see a tear or
Some may call it weakness and
some may question my strength
But you must see this power's not of me,
I prepare for battle on my knees
I've watched mothers pray for children,
And I have seen those same prayers
answered as the spirit brought them in
And I have watched ol' Satan like
a dark cloud hanging over
But when I plead the blood of Jesus
the clouds were there no more
You might even see a tear
Some may call it weakness and
some may question my strength
But you must see this power's not of me,
I prepare for battle on my knees
(I prepare for battle on my knees)
