Letra
Ver letra con acordes
We are the army of God,
Sons of Abraham
We are a chosen generation
Under a covenant,
Washed by His precious blood
Filled with the mighty Holy ghost
And I hear the sound of the coming rain
As we sing the praise to the Great I Am
And the sick are healed
And the dead will rise
And your church is the army
That was prophesied
Your church is the army