The Source
Artist: Congress MusicFactory
Produced By: Congress MusicFactory
Album: Chenaniah 2006
In search of the origin
On a quest to find the source
Their mission is to neutralize the force
To divide and conquer
Those who march as one
Leave them weak and helpless
As any other man
Selah, Selah
But there’ll be no separation
No breach of covenant
No sleep within their open arms
Of subtle seduction
For that which must not be broken
And never see an end
Is the origin and source
Of our great and awesome strength
In search of the origin
On a quest to find the source
Their mission is to neutralize the force
To divide and conquer
Those who march as one
Leave them weak and helpless
As any other man
Selah, Selah
But there’ll be no separation
No breach of covenant
No sleep within their open arms
Of subtle seduction
For that which must not be broken
And never see an end
Is the origin and source
Of our great and awesome strength
In the journals of our fathers
The records show
All written down so those who come will know
The principle, the policy that guarantees success
Is each man for his brother
And pursue another’s best
Selah, Selah
So to confluence we’ll go
As from strength to strength we grow
On the battlefields of Babylon
Our mighty swords will flow
With the blood of fallen systems
And philosophies of men
Built in strong defiance
Of the order of our King
The gates of every city
The walls of every fort
The confidence of nations fall before
A rampant warring people
Committed to the fight
Destroying false positions
And establishing the right
Selah, Selah
Though battalions have been gathered
Though the opposition soars
Though the heights and plains are covered
Like the sands upon the shores
We’ll shout loud for the battle
And throttle their advance
We’ll shatter their resistance
And penetrate their ranks
‘Till the sting of death is taken
And the realm has been subdued
The former things have passed away
And all things have been renewed
‘Till the halls of immortality
Are ours to tread once more
We’ll march out to our battles
And we’ll come in to the source
We’ll come in to the source
(x3)
The gates of every city
The walls of every fort
The confidence of nations fall before
A rampant warring people
Committed to the fight
Destroying false positions
And establishing the right
Selah, Selah
Though battalions have been gathered
Though the opposition soars
Though the heights and plains are covered
Like the sands upon the shores
We’ll shout loud for the battle
And throttle their advance
We’ll shatter their resistance
And penetrate their ranks
‘Till the sting of death is taken
And the realm has been subdued
The former things have passed away
And all things have been renewed
‘Till the halls of immortality
Are ours to tread once more
We’ll march out to our battles
And we’ll come in to the source
We’ll come in to the source
(x4)