You boast chariots and boast of fearsome horses. We boast of our God. Saints Come, march in and join my team. Everything is mine. Fling out the banner let it float, skyward, seaward soaring high and wide.
Sunlight strikes it's shining folds, symbols of our love and pride.
A diligent search Searching out iniquities laying privy snares that they may shoot in secret at the heart of the perfect. Shame on them that seek my soul. Confound them that want me hurt. A handfull of corn flung on top of the mountains and the fruit thereof shall shake, shake like Lebanon. City folk shall grow like grass.