The Sacred Cross

The lords of greed arise, with their tongues of flame,
They mock the Sacred Cross, and they curse His name.
The crowds begin to waver, doubt creeps in their hearts,
Elijah stands alone now, as the world departs.

Oh, the weight of fear, it pulls us to our knees,
Yet the cross remains, a light no one can seize.

Raise the Sacred Cross, let the heavens sing,
Unite the broken world beneath its holy wing.
Through the fire and the storm, we’ll stand as one,
The Sacred Cross will shine until the war is won!

Elijah walks through fire, with the cross in hand,
His soul is torn by sorrow, yet he takes his stand.
The whispers of despair call, tempting him to fall,
But faith becomes his armor, answering the call.

In the quiet of the night, I hear the Savior’s voice,
He tells me of the cross, and the path I have no choice.
Though my heart is heavy, and my strength is frail,
With the Sacred Cross, I know I cannot fail.

The faithful rise again, their voices join as one,
The cross becomes their shield, till the battle’s done.
Elijah lifts his eyes, to the heavens high,
The Sacred Cross will lead us, though the end is nigh.

The armies of the darkness, with their banners raised,
They march against the faithful, in a world ablaze.
Elijah wields the cross, its light will never fade,
A sword of holy fire, in the final crusade.

Oh, the clash of light and shadow, in the final hour,
The Sacred Cross will stand, with its holy power.

Raise the Sacred Cross, let the heavens sing,
Unite the broken world beneath its holy wing.
Through the fire and the storm, we’ll stand as one,
The Sacred Cross will shine until the war is won!

The tide begins to turn, as the faithful fight,
The cross burns through the darkness, with its holy light.
Elijah leads the charge, as the dawn breaks through,
The chains of sin are shattered, hope is born anew.

The tide begins to turn, as the faithful fight,
The cross burns through the darkness, with its holy light.
Elijah leads the charge, as the dawn breaks through,
The chains of sin are shattered, hope is born anew.

The war is won, the cross remains, a symbol of His grace,
The world is one, beneath its light, in a sacred embrace.
Elijah falls, his task complete, his soul ascends above,
He leaves behind the Sacred Cross, a testament of love.

Oh, the price of peace, it cost him all he gave,
Yet the cross will shine, beyond the grave.

From the ashes of the fallen, rises hope divine,
The Sacred Cross will guide us, through the end of time.
Every heart now sings as one, in the Savior’s name,
The world is healed, forever changed, by the holy flame.

In the stillness of the night, where the cross remains,
A whisper of the light, through the endless plains.
Elijah’s shadow fades, yet his dream survives,
The Sacred Cross endures, where the soul arrives.
Softly now, the stars align, in the Savior’s glow,
Forever bound, we rise, where the rivers flow.

Hold the Sacred Cross, where the heavens sigh,
Mend the shattered world beneath its silent sky.
Through the shadows and the rain, we’ll drift as one,
The Sacred Cross will glow until the dawn has come.