Toil In Your War-Room

 Every opportunity you let slip through your hands..

Erases all the essence, that severs your bands.

Around you the walls of Jericho will stand..

For dependant on you, are the blessings, so grand.

Why do you look to others for praise..

When the one who preserves you, is alive for to gaze.

Where is your hope, for a beautiful day..

When discouragement and fear, are the bed where you lay..

Behold all the clouds, on a bright sunny day..

There to unfold and grace where you stay.

Lean not onto, your own understanding..

For more than a conqueror, is your name in the branding.

Let not the cares and concerns of the world..

 Travail over triumph, and hit you and twirl.

Put on your garment,

of praise and rejoice..

For precious are you children, so lift up your voice.

Hasten your footsteps, while it is yet day..

For darkness is coming, without delay.

Toil in your war-room and hold on to the Lord..

For your obedience to Jesus, will crush your discord.