The White Flag
- Marc Haney
- Mar 7, 2023
- 1 min read
There’s nothing like an anthem to cloud a patriotic eye
In a real parade where flags are raised to honor glorious days gone by
The sounds of drums and trumpets call us and bring us to our feet
United for the moment as the band marches down the street
It won’t be the Stars and Stripes, waving us on, making us one
It won’t be the hammer and sickle or the eastern rising sun
Every flag of every nation with every knee will bow low
As every tongue confesses and every heart will finally know
There is one God in heaven
He has through all the ages been
His Son enthroned in righteousness
Reigning over a kingdom with no end
To the cross we’re called to join Him
Where all our sin was hung
His prized holy priesthood gathered
From every nation, tribe and tongue
Where He gives no explanation He’s made a place for us to rest
He provides the patience to wait in certainty for the best
He knows every pain and sorrow He hears our feeblest, whimpered prayer
His graceful cadence lifts us closer to the place that He’s prepared (repeat chorus twice)
© 2023 marc jonathan haney
