Arise, O LORD, the battle calls,
The enemy surrounds my soul,
They’re firing bullets filled with lies,
And each round says there is no hope.
Arise, my Defender, arise,
Hear my cries and encourage me,
For the battle is Yours to win,
Stand and the enemy will flee.
Arise, Wounded Savior, arise,
You have stood to fight for Your own,
And I will rest in the grace supplied,
As You sustain me from Your throne.
Arise, all God’s people, arise,
The enemy will be no more,
The final battle call will sound,
And death will die and lose the war.
Behind the lines
Save Me, O My God
A PSALM OF DAVID, WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM HIS SON.
O LORD, how many are my foes! Many are rising against me;
many are saying of my soul, there is no salvation for him in God. Selah
But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. I cried aloud to the LORD, and he answered me from his holy hill. Selah
I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the LORD sustained me.
I will not be afraid of many thousands of people who have set themselves against me all around. Arise, O LORD!
Save me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;
you break the teeth of the wicked. Salvation belongs to the LORD; your blessing be on your people! Selah (Psalm 3 ESV)