To the glory of Christ, who anchors our warriors, leaders, and our nation!

In barracks hushed before the dawn’s first light,
Soldiers kneel where shadows softly fall,
Whispering prayers through the coming fight,
Anchored in a Savior who gave His all.!

From foxholes deep to skies of endless blue,
They carry rifles forged in duty’s fire,
Yet hearts aligned to what is pure and true—
The Prince of Peace, their ultimate desire.

Leaders rise with wisdom from above,
Guided not by fleeting power or pride,
But by the One who taught redeeming love,
Who walked the path where selfless heroes stride.

Up through the chain, to the highest seat of might,
A Commander bows before the King of kings,
Steering this nation through the darkest night,
With faith as compass, hope on eagle wings.

We thank You, Lord, for hands that hold the line,
For courage born of grace that never yields,
For every soul who serves, by Your design,
Defending freedom on these hallowed fields.

Proud and thankful, we stand and lift our voice,
For warriors strong, who wear the victor’s crown—
In Christ their King, the enemy o’erthrown,
The war concluded, glory shining down.