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 mourn

He saw the ruin

He felt the shame

But he would not leave it buried in flame

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

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