Who's Ridin' With Me? Lyrics

Christianity is not a spectator sport

There are no sideline benches

Upon which to sit

Cheering on teammates

The action doesn't only take place

Within certain borders

There's no point at which

You lack marching orders

Even catching your breath

Is done on the battlefield

Amid screeching bullets & fallen comrades

Soldiers learn to rest as best they can, when they can

There's no giving up

No excuses

No half-stepping

Or at least

That's how it should be

It seems the Christian community

Has forgotten they are soldiers

Enlisted women and men

We are now more familiar with Hulu

Than the art of war

My dear Church

We need to get up off our collective posterior

Stop living life inferior

Stop selling God short

Quit being the sort

To run for shelter when rain falls

Or becoming Olympic sprinters when trouble calls

Soldiers! Stop acting like civilians lounging in your sectional

Society is screaming for Biblical direction

They're in a war zone but have no clue

No training, no camo, no compass, but you, do

So how about we, Church

Take a permanent leave of absence from excuses and doubt

How about

We volunteer to dodge bullets on our neighbor's behalf

KJV-66 with laser scope in hand

Let's search for spiritual refugees

Night vision in place

Internal compass always pointed toward grace

I'm done dodging land mines of mediocrity and apathy

Let's trip them all

Enjoy the blasts

Then get on with the battle at hand

Put down the latte

We got lost ones to find

Strap on your boots, helmets, knives, whetstone too

Grab a couple extra mags

Many rounds will be used

Let's search out the unfortunate and abused

Let's refuse

To do any less than the extraordinary

Cause for our commander in chief

Supernatural is daily

His will be done

He doesn't deal in maybe

So maybe it's time we move past belief and plunge into faith

Compelling faith, unyielding faith

The it's ok slaves the Christians are here faith

The Yeah my ribs broke but I'm carrying you out of here anyway faith

The faithful when my spouse ain't around faith

That Amazing Grace meets It is well with my soul faith

That faith that makes Satan nervous when he sees me in battle

At hells gates

It breaks through

And says, Point me to the kitchen, I got real work to do!

That pray for your enemies as they nail you to a tree kinda faith

Tell me Church do you still have that faith?

Do we possess such faith?

Or have we sold our birthright

For lattes and Netflix nights

We've gotten way too comfy

With our eight full hours of sleep

And our snooze buttons

While the lost are desperate for us to show up

Twelve men once tipped the world on its side

Because of who they possessed inside

So why is it so difficult to find soldiers like them

As if y'all chose to defect

Church, Soldiers!

This caravan of tanks pointed at the battlefield

Is ready to proceed

My question to you is, Who's riding with me?