Standard Waving.....

Light is the yoke light is the plough
Sweet is The Morning Dew
One of millions standing tall now
One of Truth’s chosen few

Who’d imagine my salvation?
To this world dead and gone
Such sweet love this blessed sensation
Praise The Lord God’s only Son

Juices flowing, heart a pounding
Oh my God how great this thrill
Deep inside the trumpet’s sounding
Heralding Your perfect will

Now plucked from fire, Heaven bound
Washed in blood, made Light
Though countless foes maraud around
Equipped am I to fight

What an honour serving Jesus
How much glory Christ I’ll bring?
Though the devil tries to seize us
Victory’s song I’ll surely sing

Storms withstanding mountains scaling
Rivers wading oceans deep
Standard flying faith unfailing
Bless the harvest soon we’ll reap

What was life before You came Lord?
Aching dread festooned on clay
With helmet, shield with trusted sword
I’ll fight the fight Jesus’ way

Unafraid of life’s tomorrows
Unafraid of Satan’s hoard
What care I of petty sorrows
In the army of The Lord.....