When the whole world turns to battlefield,
And good is branded evil, evil crowned as good,
When darkness dons the robes of light,
And bitter lies are toasted sweet,

Then the true follower of the Authentic Christ—
Not the faint-hearted, not the compromised—
Must rise with courage forged in heaven’s fire,
Victorious, unbowed, unashamed.

Stand firm for the King of Kings,
The Lord of Lords whose throne no storm can shake.
His trumpet call echoes through the chaos:
“Surely I am coming soon.”

The door stands open.
The signs blaze like birth pangs in the night.
Persecution swells, love grows cold,
False prophets whisper, nations rage—

Yet the one who stands to the end shall be saved.
Clothed in the armor of light,
Armed with the sword of the Spirit,
Shielded by faith that overcomes the world.

Lift up your head, O weary saint,
Redemption draws near on wings of dawn.
Though the battlefield engulf the earth,
The Conqueror rides forth—faithful and true.

Hold fast. Speak truth. Love without fear.
For He who promised is at the door.