[Intro – Heavy stomp, boots on dirt]
[Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.]
Verse 1
Boot leather grinding desert sand
Seven days circling promised land
No sword raised, no battle cry
Just the Lord’s command held high
Walls of fear, stone and pride
Built from doubt we try to hide
Silent mouths but burning soul
Waiting on the trumpet call
Pre-Chorus
Round and round that Jericho
Round every lie we’ve come to know
Faith walks slow but faith stands tall
Till Heaven says it’s time to call
Chorus
March on, march on, hold the line
Obedience moves in Heaven’s time
We circle shame, we circle pain
We call on Jesus’ holy name
And when the seventh turn is done
And the Captain says “Now go”
[SILENCE – stomp stops]
[TRUMPET BLAST – long, rising]
Let the shofars blow
Let the shofars blow
The walls fall down when the Lord says so
[Stomp slams back in, harder]
Verse 2
We got Jerichos today
Addiction, anger, hearts of clay
Division stacked brick by brick
Wounds run deep and politics
But the weapons of this war we fight
Ain’t made of flesh, they’re made of Light
We tear down strongholds, truth proclaimed
Every thought in Jesus’ name
Round that trauma, round that fear
Round the doubt that’s lived for years
Prayer by prayer we take the ground
Till Heaven’s answer shakes the sound
Chorus
March on, march on, don’t give in
Faith is quiet but faith will win
We circle grief, we circle loss
We march beneath the shadowed cross
And when the seventh turn is done
And mercy says “Now go”
[STOMP CUT – heartbeat only]
[SEVEN SHORT TRUMPET BLASTS]
[FINAL LONG TRUMPET BLAST]
Let the shofars blow
Let the shofars blow
Every wall of stone must fold
[Rap Bridge – dark, driving]
Boots on ground but knees bent low
Armor on where real wars go
Helmet of hope, shield of flame
Sword of the Spirit in His Name
We don’t wrestle flesh and bone
This fight runs deeper than the throne
Tear down lies raised up high
Every proud thing must bow or die
Six days silent, seventh shout
Watch those prison doors blow out
Not by might, not by man
But Spirit breath on desert sand
Final Chorus
March on, march on, lift your eyes
Promise ain’t a distant prize
We circle fear, we circle flame
Till every knee bows to His name
[TOTAL SILENCE – one breath]
[MASSIVE TRUMPET BLAST – echoing wide]
Let the shofars blow
Let the shofars blow
Strongholds crumble, captives go
The walls fall down when the Lord says so
(Stomp fades like marching boots in dust.)
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