What an honor to be called
A Soldier of the Cross
An army that has never turned back
And never suffered loss
Our weapons are not carnal
Our strongholds you can't see
This army becomes mighty
By time spent on our knees

I'm not ashamed for you to see
This soldier on his knees
You might even see a tear
Or hear a humble plea
Some may call it weakness
And some may question my strength
But you must see
This power's not of me
I prepare for battle on my knees

I've watched mothers pray for children
So lost and full of sin
And I have seen those same prayers answered
As the Spirit brought them in
And I have watched ole Satan
Like a dark cloud hanging o'er
But when I plead the blood of Jesus
The clouds were there no more
I'm not ashamed for you to see
This soldier on his knees
You might even see a tear
Or hear a humble plea
Some may call it weakness
And some may question my strength
But you must see
This power's not of me
I prepare for battle on my knees
I prepare for battle on my knees
(Yes, I prepare for battle)
I prepare for battle, yeah, on my knees