[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.)

Till the Walls Fall