Steel in my hand, cross on my chest, Devil keeps whisperin’, I don’t rest. I’ve walked through the fire, I’ve slept in the cold, Sin tried to claim me, but it lost its hold. My woman’s prayin’ while the storm wind moans, My children sleep as the shadows groan. The night gets dark, but I don’t break, I’m fightin’ for souls the Lord won’t forsake. Every wound I carry tells what’s true, Grace ain’t soft, it’s forged in what you do. So I raise my hands, I raise my blade, For the light of the Lord and the love He made. Demons come ridin’, I stand unbowed, In chains or blood, I’m heaven-bound. You can break my bones, but not my creed, God walks with those who bleed. (God walks with those who bleed.) Whiskey burns, but the cross runs deep, Faith don’t fade when a man can’t sleep. I’ve seen good men fall and angels cry, Still I’ll fight till the river runs dry. Thunder rolls through the hills I roam, And I’ll die before I leave my home. Temptation’s voice is a siren song, But I’ve been weak, and I’ve been strong. So I raise my hands, I raise my blade, For the light of the Lord and the love He made. Demons come ridin’, I stand unbowed, In chains or blood, I’m heaven-bound. You can break my bones, but not my creed, God walks with those who bleed. God walks with those who bleed. (Celtic whistle over marching drums) Faith ain’t peace, it’s war in disguise, You fight in the dark till the dawn will rise. I see the cross burn bright and wide, And I know He’s here, right by my side. (acoustic guitar fades under pipe drone) When I fall, don’t carve my name, Just write “He fought in Jesus’ name.” Amen.
