Glory ain't only where the armies roar Sometimes it starts at a broken door One man rides where the ashes lie With a fire in his soul and the walls in his eyes No trumpet called, no banners flew Just moonlight falling on the stones he knew The gates were burned, the city torn But God had planted rebuilding in the morn He saw the ruin, he felt the shame But he would not leave it buried in flame Glory ain't only where the armies rock Sometimes it starts at a broken door One man rides where the ashes lie With the fire in his soul and the walls in his eyes Come, let us rise Let the weak hands build Let the night bear witness To the Lord's own will The stones were broken, the people were few But the God of heaven would carry them through We'll be right back.