In a very distant and most sacred place,
where once we lived without shame or disgrace,
where we stood among our Fathers best,
waiting to come to earth to begin a warriors test.
We were soldiers, leaving for the battlefront,
with the dream we’d stave the battles brunt.
Each believing they’d return as heroic men.
That’s what we all thought way back then.
Now, as war wages on, many have given way
and yet even more have quit or gone astray.
They’re losing sight of their covenants once made.
While some try to blend in, others are afraid.
Even more become fooled by what they see,
trading worldly treasure for a soldier’s victory.
If they don’t turn back, they’ll never more stand
with the greatest soldiers in the Lord’s command.
If only Father’s memory wouldn’t drift from their sight,
then no matter the battle, they’d never lose a fight.
And if they’d think of life here as a mere sky-scrapers
they’d see to fight, return and stand with the warriors.