Prayer Warrior’s Stand

(hummmmm) Lord, we hear you in the quiet room.

Behind a closed door,

down on her knees

Before the morning sun

can touch the trees

She finds her strength in the quiet space

A warrior wrapped in a robe of grace

She doesn't fight with

weapons of this earth

She knows what a quiet plea is worth

She lifts her hands,

she starts to call

Pray until something happens,

hold the line (yes,

hold the line!) Pray until the darkness turns to shine

In that little closet,

the battle is won She’ll keep on praying till the work is

done

Four wooden walls, a worn-out wooden floor

But angels stand guard

outside that door

She’s calling down fire,

she’s breaking the chains

In the holy silence,

her promise remains

Pray until something happens,

hold the line (hold on!) Pray until the darkness turns to shine

In that little closet,

the battle is won She’ll keep on praying till the work is

done

P-U-S-H, pray until something breaks!

(she's praying, yes she is!) P-U-S-H,

whatever it takes! From the closet to the heavens,

the power is real

She

still prays... behind that door...

(ooh,

thank you Lord) Until something

happens.