As I stand by my brothers, side by side
I look down the road and smile with pride.
People standing on both the left and the right
So many in fact, it is quite the sight.
The drummers begin, it is time to go.
We begin our march, we begin our show.
We march in victory for the war that was won.
Led by our leader who is God’s son.
As we march on with our heads held high,
Not everyone there understands why.
Some don’t understand that their side has lost,
And they try to stop us, no matter the cost.
Many will throw things to alter our path
Others will lash out full of great wrath.
But our eyes remain fixed on the man up ahead.
For without His direction, we’d all be misled.
Following in victory we press on toward the goal
Our march represents the fight for your soul.
Jesus never lost sight of the path to your heart.
He knew how to reach you from your first start.