Her battle garments are on she remains ready

This daughter of Zion takes her place remains steady

Beside her arched knights covered in robes of light

We're all on bended knee awaiting for the sound

Trumpets with a blast exalt as the Lion comes past

All bowed low before dawn with grace before the King

Humbled stretched torn, wounded and forsaken

Worn out but still strong a faith in things not seen

Knowing what's right when all is going left

Warring  against many dark spiritual forces

Her defense & stance pure love assigned from above

Gentle as a lamb courage of a lion & wings of a dove

When the prophesy has been spoken believe that it is fate

Fighting till the fulfillment is made though it seems late

What is to be forever love will always endure any battle