You’ve told us we’re prepared,
ready, equipped for battle.
You’ve spoken promises over us,
and you’ve sung your song of deliverance.
You’ve surrounded us with your refrain:
“I AM the LORD,
who brings you our of Egypt,
to give you the land of promise.”
But we’re your people of promise—
far more precious to you.
As you tell us to turn back,
and to settle down by the sea,
we’re unsure of where to look
or who to look for.
So our eyes grow idle,
until we see the enemy’s approach.
Then our cries grow fearful,
coming to you, but not staying with you.
But grace does not rebuke our complaints—
spurred by wandering eyes—
But sweetly, sovereignly replies:
“Fear not, stand firm, and see my salvation.
Look higher than the circumstances
and see Me. I will give you victory—
over your enemies, yes,
but more importantly—over you.
My songs are not enough for me.
I want you to join in;
Oh my daughter, I want you to sing.
This is my victory way with you—
that sights of salvation
would turn to songs of praise.
that mountains of meeting
would turn to songs of joy.
that ways in the wilderness
would turn to songs of grace.
Oh this is my victory song over you—
‘Fear not, stand firm, and see my salvation.’
Sing along, daughter.
Join my victory song.”
