We are Your disciples Jesus
From the beginning You chose us
Your spirit calls us zealously
To the path of love You guard jealously

Heir to a heavenly land
Where lives a great power
May I admire the crown
That lies at His right hand
And prepare for the hour
When with Him I sit down

How beautiful the heavenly journey
Beckoning and calling you through the blue
Raise yourself. Take a minute. Raise yourself.
Shake off your sin.  That’s all you have to do.

How can we comprehend Your love?
Words inadequate we invest 
To express the intricate essence
Of Your presence within our breast

"And it shall be, when you hear the sound of marching in the tops of the mulberry trees, then you shall advance quickly. For then the Lord will go out before you to strike the camp of the Philistines.” (2 Samuel 5:24)