What an honor to be called a "Soldier of the Cross"
An army that has never turned back
And never suffered loss
Our weapons are not carnal, our stronghold you can't see
This army becomes mighty by time spent on our knees.

I'm not ashamed for you to see,
This soldier on his knees
You might even see a tear or hear a humble plea
Some may call it weakness
Some may question my strength
Oh, but you must see this power's not of me
I prepare for battle on my knees

I've watched mothers pray for children
So lost and full of sin
And I've seen those same prayers answer
As the spirit brought them in
And I have watched old Satan
Like a dark cloud hanging o'er
But with a little talk with Jesus
The clouds were there no more

I'm not ashamed for you to see,
This soldier on his knees
You might even see a tear or hear a humble plea
Some may call it weakness
Some may question my strength
Oh, but you must see this power's not of me
I prepare for battle on my knees