The Conqueror

The moon brings to mind
The storm of that day
We closed our eyes
Faced towards the wind
And exhaled our strength
Fearing nothing at all

But burn this to memory
We once were weak
And now stand anxious
To explore a new horizon

From above these monsters seem so small
The fear had gone out from our voice
They turn and run, afraid of the fall to the ground
Oh God, you've brought me this far
In pursuit of your whisper
A sea apart from empty faith

Setting sail from the grave
Your fearless heart pushed on
Never once slowing down
A king they'll say, in honor, you've become
Not by strength or the sword



Credits
Writer(s): Chris White, David Ottestad, Johnny Hamilton, Nick Green
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