A land pagan and full of
sin
My walls tower like the
souls within
This Joshua wants me so I
stand up proud
These walls will not tumble
no matter how loud
The crashing of the pots
and jars crumble at my feet
My heart is rebellious, I
am on the throne, I am on the seat
The horns begin to blare
He circles me as I stare
Fall, I will not dare
I will leave Him in
despair.
CRACK!
Here comes the attack
There is no turning back
I am soon to be sacked
This man is on a mission
Breaking my walls without
permission
My sin is dying, along with my
volition
Killing all that is me and my
tradition
He makes me His city, I am
the Promised Land
I was in His thoughts even
before He made man
I was set on His heart
before I even knew
That conquering me was
something He was set to do
The dust of the battle has
settled down
I was a lost city now eternally
found
I am captive to Him forever
bound
I am His and there’s no
sweeter sound.
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