Theres the whirling wind speaking softly again A voice so still and small yet so persistent in its call It strikes the chord of hope we hold within Echoing the rafters of all time We can hear it if we try Proclaiming the power of peace; it will never cease To heal the lame and the blind Its a symphony of song It is sung for everyone It calls for an answer and the quest that it imparts Brings us face and face with truth And we begin: The battle of the heart, the battle of the heart, the battle of the heart And so we see the coming dawn The enemy encamped around us all And though we see no clear escape Our only hope is faith For there the battle line is drawn We shall rise on eagles wings Shielded in faith we must believe For in the choice of trust or doubt There does the battle mount We separate the faithless from the free You can win or you can lose The final choice is up to you The Lord our God has called us We must be set apart Our joy and praise will ceaseless rise And we shall win The battle of the heart, the battle of the heart, the battle of the heart The battle of the heart, the battle of the heart
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 01:34:56 +0000