No throne in the hall, just dust on the road In a town called Ziklag David rode south with a hundred and scarred Saul at his back but the promise still burned Six hundred men with their hands on their swords Living on land where the borderline's turned No palace of cedar, no banner stood tall Just wives, sons, daughters, and a town called Ziklag He was not yet a king, but he carried the call And the fire on the hill would test it all Rise from the ashes, rise from the fall When the smoke covered Ziklag, the Lord still heard the call No crown on his head, no throne in the hall But God said, pursue, and David recovered all They came back weary from the Philistine line But the sky over home had gone black The gates were burned and the houses were cold And the ones that they loved had been taken from camp The mighty men broke, till no strength could remain Then grief turned to anger and they reached for his name David stood lonely where the burned timbers lay And strengthened himself in the Lord that day Ride from the ashes, rise from the fall When the smoke covered Ziklag, the Lord still heard the call No crown on his head, no throne in the hall But God said, pursue, and David recovered all Bring the apod, ask the Lord Shall I chase them, shall I draw a sword Through the silence came the call Pursue them, David You shall recover all They found a servant left out in the field Gave him bread, gave him water to rise He pointed the road where the raiders had gone To the camp where they feasted with stolen lives Then David came down like a stone through the dust and what had been taken was restored by the Lord. Rise from the ashes, rise from the fall. When the smoke covered Ziklag, the Lord still heard the call. No crown on his head, no throne in the hall, but God said pursue and David recovered all. Before the crown, before the throne There was fire on the road And God brought them home