Tramp! tramp! tramp!
March the army of the Lord !
Through out the day; through out the night
In the battles of souls and sins .
The steady tramping of thousands are coming this way!
The cheers drown the tramping of their footsteps!
The tramping of this army sounds like music to me.
It goes on until their feet are weary !
The drum beating slow .....
Their weapon is the Bible .
Their swords are the Psalms.
They kill sins and trap snares .
They slay vanity and pride..
I hate the wrongs I read about;
I hate the wrongs I see !
Their stories are told and retold ...
In churches , sideways and streets...
The music is heavenly and soothes the anxious hearts!
I see angels hovering overhead!
I see the crosses in their hearts !