Why do the nations rage?
Why do they plot and scheme?
Their bullets can't stop the prayers we pray
In the name of the Prince of Peace

We walk in faith and remember long ago
How they killed Him and then how on the third day He arose
Well, things may look bad and things may look grim
But all these things must pass except the things that are of Him

Where are the nails that pierced His hands?
Well, the nails have turned to rust but behold the Man
He is risen and He reigns
In the hearts of the children, rising up in His name

Where are the thorns that drew His blood?
Well, the thorns have turned to dust but not so the love
He has given, no, it remains
In the hearts of the children who will love while the nations rage

The Lord in Heaven laughs
He knows what is to come
While all the Chiefs Of State plan their big attacks
Against His anointed One

The Church of God she will not bend her knees
To the Gods of this world though they promise her peace
She stands her ground, stands firm on the Rock
Watch their walls tumble down when she lives out His love

Where are the nails that pierced His hands?
Well, the nails have turned to rust but not so the Man
He is risen and He reigns
In the hearts of the children, rising up in His name

Where are the thorns that drew His blood?
Well, the thorns have turned to dust but behold the love
He has given, no, it remains
In the hearts of the children who will love while the nations rage

While the nations rage

Well, where are the nails that pierced His hands?
Well, the nails have turned to rust but behold the Man
He is risen and He reigns
In the hearts of the children, rising up in His name

Where are the thorns that drew His blood?
Well, the thorns have turned to dust but not so the love
He has given, no, it remains
In the hearts of the children who will love while the nations rage