🎵 “I Won’t Leave the Line” By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird

[Verse 1 – The Wounded One] I’m crawling through ash, I’m spitting up fire, Armor’s cracked open, but I won’t retire. They told me to fall back, to save what remains— But I see my brothers still locked in the flames. My hands shake with pain, I can’t lift my sword, But my eyes are still fixed on the face of the Lord. The devil can howl, but I won’t let him win— If one heart’s still beating, I’m diving back in. [Chorus – The Stand] I won’t leave the line, though I’m bleeding dry, Though the sky goes black and the angels cry. He gave me this ground, I won’t let it go— Let hell come close—I already know: The grave can’t hold what His Spirit raised, And I’ll fight to the end just to lift His name. If I die in the dust with His truth in my lungs, Then I die with the sound of “Well done.” [Verse 2 – Flashbacks of Fire] I’ve seen saints go down with a whisper of praise, And martyrs rise up in the enemy’s gaze. They called me a fool for not walking away— But Christ walked that hill, so I’m here to stay. The wounded are screaming, the silence is loud, But I hear the cloud of witnesses shout. So patch me with prayer, and brace me with grace— I’ll stand though the tears burn down my face. [Chorus – The Oath] I won’t leave the line, though my vision blurs, Though the devil repeats all his ancient slurs. I was bought with blood — I ain’t backing out, Let the demons come — I’ll still raise a shout. I’m chained to the Word that split the grave, And no serpent's lie’s gonna steal what He gave. If I fall in this trench with my armor torn— Let it be known: a lion was born. [Bridge – The Commander’s Voice] “I saw you there, My faithful one, You never ran, though the night had come. And when others fled, you held the line— Your scars are now your battle sign.” [Final Chorus – The Resurrection Roar] I won’t leave the line, though the wound runs deep, Though the valley of death tries to lull me to sleep. I belong to the King who bore every lash— So I rise with a groan, and a holy clash. My crown’s not gold, it’s blood and flame, But my banner still screams Jesus’ name! If I die on my knees with my fists in the dirt— Then I rise on His day, healed from the hurt. [Outro – Fading into Glory] Let the final trumpet find me here— Still bleeding. Still breathing. Still not giving up.