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 strong holds you can't see
This army becomes mighty like 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 and some may question my strength
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 have seen those same prayers answered as the spirit brought them in
And I have watched ol' Satan like a dark cloud hanging over
But when I plead the blood of 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 and some may question my strength
But you must see this power's not of me, I prepare for battle on my knees
(I prepare for battle on my knees)

I prepare for battle on my knees
(Yes, I prepare for battle)
I prepare for battle on my knees
(Yeah)