This is not the song where we hold the line.
We held the line. Now we are taking the ground.
This is the song where the order changes. Where the army that learned patience in the fire finally hears the word it's been waiting for: Forward.
Every prayer whispered in the dark was a battering ram being built. Every act of worship in the middle of suffering was a siege engine taking shape. Every night the enemy thought was silence was preparation he couldn't see.
The gates of hell were never going to hold. They were built on fear and lies and stolen ground. The church was built on the Rock. And the Rock doesn't negotiate with gates.
Break them.
For the King of kings. For His Name. For every inch of stolen ground.
Break the gates.
